Psychedlic memories

My daughter absolutely loves some of the music I played when she was little, totally aware that when mom was younger (way younger), the music listening experience was augmented by the company of friends and not much else(that came late...Hey, it was the 60's, OK?)..last week she went to see Hall & Oates...good grief, they are still playing?? well what the heck, the Stones are still at it, going on 50 years (they started in 1962...goodness, Charlie Watts is 68???)...

 Anyway, listening to XM radio, i heard this song, which I always thought was beautiful (still do)..

Pretty ballerina

I had a date with a pretty ballerina

Her hair so brilliant that it hurt my eyes

I asked her for this dance

And then she obliged me

Was I surprised, yeah

Was I surprised, No not at all

I called her yesterday,

 It should have been tomorrow

I could not keep

The joy that was inside

I begged for her to tell me

If she really loved me

Somewhere a mountain is moving

Afraid its moving without me

I had a date with a pretty ballerina

Her hair so brilliant that it hurt my eyes

I asked her for this dance

And then she obliged me

Was I surprised, yeah

Was I surprised, no not at all

And when I wake on a dreary Sunday morning

I open up my eyes to find there’s rain

And something strange within said,

Go ahead and find her

Just close your eyes, yeah

Just close your eyes and she'll be there

She'll be there...

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Here i found the Tobacco Road..

golly i remember dancing to this in the gym during homecoming one year..Aww pleasant memories...