On The Bus ( Archived) (5)

Headed down the road
On Kesey's electric bus.
The Merry Pranksters on parade,
Lots of hippies looking to get laid.
Brighton, Malibu, San Jose,
Black shiny shoes, oh, theres hell to pay.
The Man is here, looking for a bust,
He's not happy, he'll do what he must.

It's too late, the door is now a jar,
It's wide open, oh my god, Kesey's gone too far.
Oh happy dreamer, now he's on the run,
On the lam, from jam to jam,
In merry Mexico...go slow.
Sweet paranoia is the game we play,
On the stubborn burro, as the senoritas say.

Flower children flocking, running from the draft,
Vietnam is in full swing, LBJ drops from the ring,
Nixon is elected, something no one quite expected.
The Acid Test grows, on and on, who knows?
Tendrils cross the pond, the Beatles grow quite fond.

Magic hour, Kesey's grand return,
Every square in the nation,
Wants to see the mother burn.
But this is Kesey's movie,
And everything in court is groovy,
He promises to make a speech,
Devil drugs he will impeach.

But the wheels on the bus
Go round and round.
And the children sing about BINGO,
In their special enigmatic, polyglot lingo,
Rapping about their dharma,
What the heck is up with Karma?
Bob Dylan entreats a tambourine player,
Everyone consults an astrology sooth-sayer.

And the wheels on the bus,
Do that thing that makes a circle...

Shades of Ginsberg, Kerouac, Leary et al.

Thank you.

Yeah, just finished rereading Tom Wolfe's "Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test"...it was like a serious flash-back...