1965, the beauty of melodies sit
Within the ears of the peace making pack
Maybe Jim Morrison created a vision pit
That would bring a mixture of harmonized jazz back
Woodstock seems silly to conservatives, I bet
But how gorgues is the sound of hardcore blues?
The era of earth-prone children rebelious and yet
This baby boom herd are the winners that won’t lose
I may be born in this new generation now
But I will always understand what Janis Joplin meant
Every peice of electrified rock leaves me in wow
and curiousity as to where the good music went.