Well I was born in 1965
That was a hell of a good time to be alive
Except that by the age of ten
The music had turned crap again
Now people say they wanna bring back the 70's
I say hey give the bad music of today a chance
Punk came round, that was pretty scary
It was like a contemporary Peter, Paul and Mary
Shocking!
And before the 80's got too far
It was time for me to pick up my guitar
Picked it up
Looked good!
All my friends turned up their noses
At Freewheelin' and For The Roses
Preferring image over substance
A hairstyle for a musical influence
All those Ultravox records, they're gathering dust
But me, I'm still listening to Live Rust
And if the 90's are the 60's turned upside down
Then the 80's were the 60's the right way up
Only with half the top cut off?
If you think about it!
And in the town where I did live
There was no-one I could do hoot night with
So I sat alone with my six strings
And I learned how to play and sing
Woody Guthrie's guitar killed fascists and crime
But in Hastings, East Sussex, South of England
My guitar killed time?
And I got gigs opening for bands
And things would get outta hand
Cos big men would yell out their derision
So I developed humor as a defense mechanism?
The main band of the night would be?
And I'd go on first and I'd get carried away?
Literally
And I moved to the big old smoky city
Just after University
And I got a gig opening for a friend of mine
Where I happened to be playing my ace in the right place at the
Right time?
So I gave up my PhD
To become a dustbowl folky
That's Phil Ochs