Foot loose and fancy free.
I'd hitched down from Calder Park Zoo,
something to do,
from a communal tenement in Maryhill,
what it was to be young with a magical will.
Got under the fence at the
Bath and West,
took a tab of free Owsley
acid,
everything sunny and placid,
a boy that passed the test.
Led Zeppelin,
didn't hear the Moody Blues
gave away my Clark shoes,
Dr John the night tripper,
having fun with a bell on my zipper
and Jefferson Airplane,
always the silent American at the squat door,
to many lost from the peace battalion,
wild pasture grazing stallion.
I set up a free tea stall
and then got the train to Worthing,
what will you do when the earth stops turning?
you shall be invited to the ball.
Got a ride to
Phun city,
no bogs and lottsa pity,
set up a free food kitchen,
Londiniums been nuked,
the Largactylites are fetchin'.
After I asked a man if I could sleep on his bedsit floor,
he opened the door
and I rested before
Jimi at the Isle of Wight,
every thing was starry starry night.
Slipped in under a blanket in a mini van,
a misnomer in terms,
no one did eat ham,
spent the first night alone in Desolation Row,
sharing some food and passing the blow,
the camp fire burns.
Woke to find Dave Mother,
good friends make good brothers,
got stoned in Canvas city,
found
Hawkwind playing a lonely ditty.
The double fences with alsatian guards,
came down easy,
came down hard,
600,000 sharing the day,
such a dream it was to play.
Did some gleaning after the show,
tell me friend what do you know?
made it back and thumbed to Worthy farm,
come on sister share your charm.
Such a small disaster,
needs some thought and a little laughter,
watched Mark play to himself,
thinking of the Erth's health.
Went to see the farmer,
I couldn't have been charmer,
Strider saves Gollum's ass,
lottsa love and plenty class.
I'll find you some money said I,
to do this right,
you've got a natural amphitheatre,
slept on the road that night,
went to Town.
Kind Mick at International Times didn't know anyone,
so I carried on and saw James Marshall at Kensington market,
told my tale,
to a lady of the Aquarian pail,
she gave me some bread to ring Andrew,
such is the story of blind Pew.
Got the bus to a bit of wealth by the river,
he gave me a bath and some dinner,
looked like a sinner
and so after he rang Michael,
we took his 3 litre non coupe Rover,
back to the farm
after dowsing at
Avebury,
with a twig from a tree
and so I pointed out the sailor home from the sea,
made my peace and had some tea,
lucky me,
to have a Methodist in my madness,
bless the time
and worship the gladness.
To hear Jimi had gone to the house in the sky,
no more wonder why,
love never does you harm,
so to doss in Glastonbury.
Another place,
a different time,
love was not a crime,
a cop on a campus in America throws some mace,
dancing on the green,
sleeping free in the Avalon dream,
all was cats and scream.
Stuck in a muddy field,
must be the giro yield,
the ringing of the bell,
I hope you're very well.
Reasons to be cheerful, part 3.
fin
It's the 40th anniversary of the Glastonbury festival.
Image. Free festival near Pilton 1970's.