Years ago I watched a show on PBS about the late 60s and early 70s. It dealt with how America changed due to a revolution involving music, sex, and drugs. It was from that show that this poem was created... sorry if I didn't mention your favorite... there were so many of them..
It wasn't a revolution,
But rather an evolution.
Invited from across the sea,
As teenagers, they'd set us free.
The Beatles wanted to hold our hand,
For many years, they ruled this land.
Glad all over, theme of the Dave Clark Five.
A little different, but the music was alive.
New bands came along.
We listened to every song.
Donovan, gave us a different beat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, got us off our seat.
Green Tambourine and Hurdy Gurdy Man,
And other songs, ruled underground radio land.
Paul Revere sung of the Indian reservation,
And the pride of the Cherokee Nation.
We were Born to be Wild,
And Born to Run.
A song, for every mood,
Under the sun.
The Mama's and The Papa's,
Had us California Dreamin'
Jefferson Airplane's, Grace Slick,
Scratching and screaming.
The Byrds, wanted us to,
Turn, Turn, Turn.
Deep Purple, just said,
Edwin Starr questioned War.
Jim Morrison was moving The Doors.
Louie, Louie was a hit in its day.
But we wondered - What'd they say?
The Allman's, Marshall Tucker, Wet Willie,
Dickey Betts, New Riders of the Purple Sage,
And The Charlie Daniels Band,
Showed us music, from the southern lands.
A restaurant, owned by Alice,
Was heard from Arlo.
And we can't forget,
Zeppelin and Jethro Tull.
Country Joe, gave us the Fish Cheer.
While at Woodstock - sex, drugs, and beer.
The Moody Blues, rested us at nights,
Laying back, watching starlights.
Mott the Hoople and The James Gang,
Different music, with a bang.
Bob Dylan, Crosby, Stills, and Nash,
Great music, gone in a flash.
Tim said we need to "tune in, turn on, and drop out."
On a Magic Carpet Ride, didn't know north from south.
Protesting! Resisting! The hair got longer.
The message, the music, a little stronger.
Mini-skirts, ponytails, sideburns, and goatees.
Called Freaks - didn't know what to believe.
Girls had flowers in their hair.
It seemed like hippies were everywhere.
Billy Joel sung, "Got to be rock and roll music,
If you want to dance with me."
While Neil Young sang, "Hey, hey, my, my,
Rock and Roll will never die."