Tim SpakoskiHippie Queen
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Blues Music is Truth
Finnegans Wake Book 1 Chapter 6
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Hippie Queen
Verse 1
Her hair’s in dreadlocks
She’s been to Woodstock
But she don’t know squat
About the things that are happening today
She’s kind of retro
But me, I’m metro
My bar is set low
So I think the two of us are okay

You know she’s got a strange kind of vibe
But when I’m with her I feel so alive
She’s all right yeh
She wears a tie dyed shirt and bell-bottom jeans
She’s my little hippie queen

Verse 2
She said “I’m heavy”
I drive a Chevy
It’s got a hemi
It’s also got a four on the floor
She saw a movie
Said it was groovy
I said “really?”
Who talks like that any more?

You know she’s got a strange kind of vibe
But when I’m with her I feel so alive
She’s all right yeh
She wears a tie dyed shirt and bell-bottom jeans
She’s my little hippie queen

Verse 3
She’s kinda headstrong
She smokes an old bong
She never stays long
When the music is contemporary
She likes the oldies
The 60’s goldies
I think they’re moldies
But I love the way that we disagree

You know she’s got a strange kind of vibe
But when I’m with her I feel so alive
She’s all right yeh
She wears a tie dyed shirt and bell-bottom jeans
She’s my little hippie queen
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Song Comments

Blues Music is Truth
great blues riff going on. not bad vocals, nice harp.workin it


Finnegans Wake Book 1 Chapter 6
As if that was their spiration! As if theirs could duiparate her queendim! As if she would be third perty to search on search proceedings! She tried all the winsome wonsome ways her four winds had taught her. She tossed her sfumastelliacinous hair like la princesse de la Petite Bretagne and she rounded her mignons arms like Mrs Cornwallis-West and she smiled over herself like the beauty of the image of the pose of the daughter of the queen of the Em- perour of Irelande and she sighed after herself as were she born to bride with Tristis Tristior Tristissimus. But, sweet madonine, she might fair as well have carried her daisy's worth to Florida. For the Mookse, a dogmad Accanite, were not amoosed and the Gripes, a dubliboused Catalick, wis pinefully obliviscent. — I see, she sighed. There are menner.


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