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The Woodstock rest home

from When the music ends by John Meed

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They’ve taken over the asylum
The oldies are out of control
Watch out for speeding bathchairs
As you walk down your road
They may not know which day it is
But they don’t care
If you can remember the sixties
You just weren’t there

See the rock and roll grandad
Groovin’ to his favourite track
Watch the hippy grandma
Knocking those betablockers back
They took a trip too far
Around the pleasuredome
Welcome to the Woodstock rest home

Bob Dylan’s in the corner
For him the times have long stopped changing
Yesterday forever young
Today forever aging
Mick Jagger scorched his long johns
Jumping round the fire
While the Byrds inject the insulin
Just to keep them eight miles higher

And all those distant summers
Of endless love and peace
Are locked away inside
A hundred fading memories
On the mantelpiece are wilting
Those San Fransisco blooms
Welcome to the Woodstock rest home

Rod Stewart can’t remember
Which wife visited him today
But he flirts with all the nurses
And calls them Maggie May
Cat Stevens still can’t keep it in
I thought I’d like to warn you
While the Eagles think they’re staying
In Hotel California

And later in the evening
Round the table they join hands
Reach out to Jim and Jimi
Janis, Brian and Gram
So many tortured souls
These hallowed chambers roam
Welcome to the Woodstock rest home

We are the baby boomers
On that we all agree
And growing old was not the plan
In nineteen seventy
We tore up all the scriptures
We threw out all the rules
From Nixon through to Cheney
How we laughed at all the fools

And now that it’s the twilight
For a golden generation
We dream of one more acid test
And one more demonstration
But don’t you write us off just yet
We can always make some room
Welcome to the Woodstock rest home

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from When the music ends, released March 12, 2009

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John Meed is a singer-songwriter who lives in Cambridge, UK, and writes and performs in the folk and acoustic traditions. His songwriting has been compared to that of Al Stewart, Leonard Cohen, Christy Moore, Jacques Brel and Richard Thompson. He has released eight albums and his music has been played on national and local radio. See johnmeed.net. ... more

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