On my way back from Oklahoma last night, I heard Melanie’s “Lay Down,” aka “Candle in the Rain.” I don’t think I’ve heard that for 30 years or so and had forgotten about it entirely, but I love this stanza from it, both melody and lyric, and it captures the hippie tribe kinship well. I think I’ll inject it into my journal headings. It also goes well with my Generation Where the Fuck Are You Post below.
We were so close there was no room
We bled inside each other’s wounds
We all had caught the same disease
We all sang the songs of peace