I Was A Hippie/I Was A Burn-Out/I Was So Wasted ...
In honor of inauguratin' time, in horror at the mainstream drivel that's corrupting our nation from Washington stages (Bon Jovi, Springsteen & U-2.? What is wrong w/ that sound-scape?) & by suggestion/request from Lesley (We are desperate for ideas, & grab any good ones that pass before us as we lurk, eel-like, in our slime-filled neon-lit cave.) we present Dirty Fucking Hippies from San Francisco,
who were advocating tearing down walls twenty yrs. before Reagan opened his yap on the subject.
Shout-out to Peninsula pal Grace W. Slick, too!
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