Yasgur's Ghost

A little song to commemorate the collapse of both 50th Anniversary of Woodstock events.

 

Well, I came upon a middle-aged man
He was talking about the road
I asked, him, where you thinkin' of going
And this he told me
Well I'm off in search of Yasgur's ghost
Gonna hire me some rock and roll bands
Trynna get back to the land that set our 
Souls free

We are boomers, years now golden
Feeling like billion year old carbon
And we want to buy our way back into the garden

Well, then can I roam beside you?
My world's been in a haze,
And nostalgia's all that sells or 
Makes sense these days

And maybe it's that my time is up 
And maybe it's the lot of man
I still don't know who I am
But life's for yearning

We are boomers, years now golden
Feeling like billion year old carbon
And we can't just buy our way back into the garden

By the time we bailed on Woodstock
There was half-a-million gone...
And nowhere near any song 
Or celebration

And I dreamed I saw Max Yasgur floating 
Above me in the sky 
Said, the past ain't like it was

And by now you should know why

We are boomers, years now golden
Caught in our own devils bargain
We ought to have just booked
Madison Square Garden