It was a rainy night
The trees twisted into the purple sky
I saw a deer
Smile at my curvy thoughts
Spirals of anything wandered
Into the mist
I saw something
I never saw before
Rainbows of colour
Dancing to the Beatles
It was still 1964

I don’t like electronics
Unless I’m really in the mood
I don’t like this superficial goodness
And I don’t like all this inorganic food
I just want some bell bottoms
And a guitar
I don’t want a turn table
Brought from afar
We mustn’t support the greed of the nation
Give me flowers
And love
And groovy peace power
No supermalls and expensive clothes
What happened to thrift stores?
Give me nature and divinity
Give me love and set me free
I don’t want to live in confusion
I don’t want no Nixon,
No Vietnam War
I only want the groove
Of  1964
Come on Harper
Move your coat aside
Let someone cool
Come and take a stride
Give me the days
When an apple was an apple
And Mac was my dead grandpa
Give me the days before a Wal-Mart store
Take me on back to
1964