The effects of an over-indulgence of Bacardi and coke in my youth shaped my almost tee-total lifestyle.I should have known better. Being a licensee’s daughter, I’d seen enough of the downside of having too much to drink in other people.The strange feelings I had in my head, referred to as ‘being merry’ was no enjoyment.It was a scary, altered state of mind that made me feel horrible.The experience taught me to be wary of alcohol and anything else likely to mess with my thought process.
When I was a young teenager, just getting into the Moody Blues, progressive rock, Rolling Stones and later Beatles stuff, it was cool to know who Timothy Leary was. I thought he was a named character in a Moody Blues song. When I found out that he really existed, I understood him to be a psychedelic guru who opened people’s minds to another level, to see things in a different way and hear music beyond the sounds coming through the speakers from the vinyl. I didn’t know how he did it. I was happily naïve.
LSD – lysergic acid diethylamide – a hallucinogenic drug which Timothy Leary, actually a clinical psychologist, considered to be useful in psychiatry therapy. It was a known recreational drug in those heady, hippy times of the ‘60s and some of the songs from the musicians of the day sound like they were enhanced by something and the lyrics made no sense, well, not to me, but I loved them anyway and still do, in my un-altered state. Nice to be Here Nice to be here, hope you agree
Lying in the sun
Lovely weather, must climb a tree
The show has just begun All the leaves start swaying to the breeze that's playing
On a thousand violins
And the bees are humming to a frog sat strumming
On a guitar with only one string I can see them, they can't see me
I feel out of sight
I can see them, they can't see me
Much to my delight And it seems worth noting water rats were boating
As a lark began to sing
The sounds kept coming, with Jack Rabbit loudly drumming
On the side of a biscuit tin I can see them, they can't see me
I feel out of sight
I can see them, they can't see me
Much to my delight Silver minnows were devising water ballet so surprising
A mouse played a daffodil
A mole came up blinking underneath an owl who's thinking
How he came to be sat on a hill I can see them they can't see me
I feel out of sight
I can see them, they can't see me
Much to my delight I know you won't believe me, but I'm certain that I did see
A mouse playing daffodil
All the band was really jumping, with Jack Rabbit in there thumping
I found that I couldn't sit still I just had to make it with them 'cause they played my kind of rhythm Ray Thomas(1941 – 2018) Thanks for reading, Pam xx Email ThisBlogThis!Share to TwitterShare to Facebook
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