I've had the song going around in my head for weeks and can't remember all the lyrics.. it's driving me mad mad mad. Me and Martha took a honeymoon, Down to Alcapolco by the silvery moon, She was 18 and I was 22 now were just a doing what the young folks do. We're going south, to get that Alcapolco Gold, There aint nothin' it can't fix, Old dogs can learn new tricks, When the streets are lined with bricks, Of Alcapolco Gold. Zim, zam, scotty watty ditim wotom do, Hey diddle diddle twenty three scadoo Me n Martha sure had fun, Alcapolco Gold for everyone. We're going south, To get that Alcapolco Gold, There aint nothin' it cant fix, Old dogs can learn new tricks, When the streets are lined with bricks of Alcapolco Gold.
Words and music by Jay Ungar & Cat Mother and the All Night Newsboys From Albion Doo-Wah (Polydor 24-40-23) In the first days of this country When the buffalo roamed the land, All the saddle tramps and cowboys Used to roll their own by hand, They'd swing up to the saddle On their ass or on their horse, And recite a little ditty That went like this, of course: When your feet are in the stirrups And your ass is on the ground 'Cause the grass that he's been eating Is the finest stuff around, Well, let us not remember, boys, And let us not forget: Strike a match and light another Marijuana cigarette! Ah, you have heard of evil, And you've heard of misery, And you've heard of Richard Nixon, But you haven't heard of me! You may think they go together, And you may think they do not, But there ain't much you'll be thinkin' When you've started smoking pot! You can smoke it, you can eat it, You can mix it with your beer, You can hang it on your wall And you can hang it in your ear; And if you've got the notion, And if he's got the class, You can shove it in your feedbag And feed it to your ass! When your feet are in the stirrups And your ass is on the ground 'Cause the grass that he's been eating Is the finest stuff around, Well, let us not remember, boys, And let us not forget: Strike a match and light another Marijuana cigarette!
And sometimes we are only as old as we believe may give us the most leeway for not trying quite as hard as we might - Ahhh mirror mirror shining bright O yeah - Howdy Y'all Love yas Blessings Namaste
y'know there's a lot of trapped nasty gas - sometimes a little stirring causes it to rise up - and though it may stink something terrible - at least it mixes with the comparatively pure gentle breezes and dissapaits Love you all Blessings Namaste
In my mind I am as young as I ever was, my heart is not yet ready to fail. I go forward, onward and upward. There are no obsticals before me. I can only see smooth sailing from here. I have all my parts except my gallbladder which was taken down in the fight against drugs in 73. Never knew drugs would pick such an organ to distroy. I have managed to stay alive to spite it and have rarely missed it at all. Yes Old Dear, the not doing of it comes close to kicken the crap from the doing. But I think it is just Winter Blue and when the Spring brings forth the first buds of life I will be full of inspiration and Mothers Energy to get the doing done. There is really little to do in the rain. Blessed Rain sweet necter from the Heavens. Mixing with the fallen leaves of Autum to produce nurishment for the Earth while she sleeps. A Blue Norther is headed our way and will take out my lovely Cammillia blossoms, the only flower I have that blooms in the winter months. I tried to load them in my Gallery to share the love and beauty they generate, or should I say pix of them not them accutally. But alas HF says they are too big to load, hurrrumper grump! All tho I had cut them litterly in half they are still too big..WTF.. I have seen pix in here that took up a whole page and my little cammillias wont upload, nodda one. Bah! Me thinks there are high jinx a foot. Pehaps a consultaion will the Oracal will straighten things up. I must remember to do that as I get ready for the party.. ohh yeah! There's gonna be a party, we're gonna have a good time, We gonna boogie down, we're gonna come unwound We're gonna build a big fire, we're gonna be inspired, The joining of the tribes, bring your best vibes, Everyone will be there, so put on your best wear, Better bring your tomtom, and dont forget your wigwam, We're get real high, camped beneith the big sky We're gonna have a party, We're gonna have a good time. one toke over the line Bright Blessings sh
i'm just not pushing the limit anymore.We only have so many gallbladders to go around.Ford had his out and lived to his 90's. With your pics,as the old saying goes it's not the size but the quality.A quality pic takes up a lot of storage. Got the grandkids today,should be a good one...
One toke over the line sweet Jesus One toke over the line Sittin' downtown in a railway station One toke over the line Awaitin' for the train that goes home, sweet Mary Hopin' that the train is on time Sittin' downtown in a railway station One toke over the line Who do you love, I hope it's me I've been changin', as you can plainly see I felt the joy and I learned about the pain that my momma said If I should choose to make a part of me, would surely strike me dead Now I'm one toke over the line sweet Jesus One toke over the line Sittin' downtown in a railway station One toke over the line I'm waitin' for the train that goes home sweet Mary Hopin' that the train is on time Sittin' downtown in a railway station One toke over the line I been away a country mile, Now I'm returnin' showin' off a smile I met all the girls and loved myself a few Ended by surprise like everything else I've been through It opened up my eyes and now I'm One toke over the line sweet Jesus One toke over the line Sittin' downtown in a railway station Don't you just know I'm waitin' for the train that goes home sweet Mary Hopin' that the train is on time Sittin' downtown in a railway station One toke over the line Don't you just know I'm waitin' for the train that goes home sweet Mary Hopin' that the train is on time Sittin' downtown in a railway station One toke over the line I want to be One toke over the line sweet Jesus One toke over the line Sittin' downtown in a railway station One toke over the line Don't you just know I'm waitin' for the train that goes home sweet Mary Hopin' that the train is on time Sittin' downtown in a railway station One toke over the line Sittin' downtown in a railway station One toke over line One toke, one toke over the line w/Jerry on steel guitar
STARLA SAID: I've had the song going around in my head for weeks and can't remember all the lyrics.. it's driving me mad mad mad. The Song "Acapulco Gold" lol Starla, I saw this and had to let you know i uploaded that song in the Goodstock or Bust ride share group in yahoo!! Now ya can sing it all de way to Goodstock... weeeeeee . hugs ya for all you do!!!
Dr. Jackalope mentioned Ferda in his hippie reunion post. Ferda's family hasn't heard from him in over 5 years and would be extremely grateful for any info anyone has.
Well, at last, the Hippy Reunion is on!!! Come on, come all. Old Hippies and new Hippies, all are welcome. I was there at Speedway Meadows in Golden Gate Park in 1967. Let's meet again or for the first time. Lets talk about where we can stay in or around San Fransicso before and after the Love-In. Click on this link to see the latest on the 40th Anniversary of the Summer of Love. http://www.2b1records.com/summeroflove40th/ Peace and Love, Roger
PS Please post this reunion message on every forum you can think of. Tell all of your friends. Tell the world. http://www.2b1records.com/summeroflove40th/ Love, Roger
Dear Haight '67 Hippies! Remember that day in June '67 when the Art Museum caught on fire- all the paintings and sculptures on the lawn. The museum in the park, remember. Chocolate George's funeral procession? Sharing groovy potaoe salad with the cops? Before people started even hating any police? When everyone grooved. The Be In? I was young, (14 at the time) but I ws there- so were you, right? They say if you really were there you wouldn't remember but I remember them even saying THAT. Listen, Diggers, and Groovers and pranksters Hip is love and I love you. I am write now deep-six exiled in the Bavarian Woodlands- not far from Munich. I need you! Please love and groove and please, please, please Stay in touch: minnesinger5@yahoo.co.nz
Thanks a lot for your post. Remember to attend the hippie reunion on Septemper 2, 2007. That's The 40th Aniversary of The Summer of Love at Speedway Meadows in Golden Gate Park, San Francisco. http://www.2b1records.com/summeroflove40th/areainfo.htm Love and Peace, Roger
I was in San Fran in '67 but most of it was a blur. It's hard for me to believe you guys remember names. I just remember a jumble of things that happened. Meeting people and playing music. Having a great time!
... would love to hear about that. if i would have been close to san francisco, i would have come. keep the spirit, all of you. love you guys so much. thanks for being the people that you are! hope