After 1. discovering a clever, food timeline, that in my del.icio.us links I subcaptioned, Way Way Back on the Bottom Shelf, an illusion to my food storage habits and “Set the Wayback Machine, Sherman” and 2. going to sleep after listening on the wireless to Cheerless Leader and all the war talk and the need to continue underwriting his spending as the price tag for the Iraq war nears one trillion dollars, the following song by the Incredible String Band bubbled up into my consciousness this morning:
Way Back In The 1960′s
I was a young man back in the 1960s.
Yes, you made your own amusements then,
For going to the pictures;
Well, the travel was hard, and I mean
We still used the wheel.
But you could sit down at your table
And eat a real food meal.
But hey, you young people, well I just do not know,
And I can’t even understand you
When you try to talk slow.
There was one fellow singing in those days,
And he was quite good, and I mean to say that
His name was Bob Dylan, and I used to do gigs too
Before I made my first million.
That was way, way back before,
before wild World War Three,
When England went missing,
And we moved to Paraguayee.
But hey, you young people, I just do not know,
And I can’t even understand you
When you try to talk slow.
Well, I got a secret, and don’t give us away.
I got some real food tins for my 91st birthday,
And your grandmother bought them
Way down in the new antique food store,
And for beans and for bacon, I will open up my door.
But hey, you young people, well I just do not know,
And I can’t even understand you
When you try to talk slow.
Well, I was a young man back in the 1960s.
