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Down to stems and seeds. Those were the days.
And then there is Commander Cody:
"I'm sittin alone, Saturday night, watching the Late Late Show
A bottle of wine, some cigarettes, I got no place to go
Well, I saw your other man today, he was wearing my brand new shoes
And I'm down to seeds and stems again, too
Well, I met my old friend Bob today from up in Bowling Green
He had the prettiest little gal that I'd ever seen
But I couldn't hide my tears at all 'cause she looked just like you
And I'm down to seeds and stems again, too
Now everybody tells me there's other ways to get high
They don't seem to understand, I'm too far gone to try
Now these lonely memories, they're all I can't lose
And I'm down to seeds and stems again, too"
It helps to be stoned or trippin’ when you write the songs and listen to them.
Most famous one being...
Sometimes that's the point. Questioning language, questioning meaning itself.
Of course, a bit of LSD helped in some cases...
I am he as you are he as you are me
And we are all together
See how they run like pigs from a gun
See how they fly
I'm crying
Sitting on a corn flake
Waiting for the van to come
Corporation T-shirt, stupid bloody Tuesday
Man you've been a naughty boy
You let your face grow long
Still love that song. Goo goo g'joob.
Down to stems and seeds. Those were the days.
In 1966 I was sleeping on the roof of an Athens Greece hotel, common practice for college students traveling abroad, and about 3 AM we hear this guy wandering up the street singing Bob Dylan's " ... everybody must get stoned ..."
And then there is Commander Cody:
"I'm sittin alone, Saturday night, watching the Late Late Show
A bottle of wine, some cigarettes, I got no place to go
Well, I saw your other man today, he was wearing my brand new shoes
And I'm down to seeds and stems again, too
Well, I met my old friend Bob today from up in Bowling Green
He had the prettiest little gal that I'd ever seen
But I couldn't hide my tears at all 'cause she looked just like you
And I'm down to seeds and stems again, too
Now everybody tells me there's other ways to get high
They don't seem to understand, I'm too far gone to try
Now these lonely memories, they're all I can't lose
And I'm down to seeds and stems again, too"
Oh my goodness. I didn’t know anyone else would remember those guys.
Ever notice that many songs have words that do not make sense or the whole song does not make sense?
The lyric in Beatles song that says, "Here's another clue for you all / The walrus was Paul" seems clear cut.
The real Paul, who died in '66 mind you!
I saw Commander Cody at the Commodore in Vancouver when it still had the old sprung floor - and no air conditioning. If you walked out on to the floor, you had to move with the music, or you were bound to fall over.
Not my usual sort of music generally, and certainly not at the time, but it was still a remarkably fun night with great music.
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