«MacDougal Street Summer 1966»

Tekst: Tom Pacheco    Musikk: Tom Pacheco

MacDougal street summer in old Greenwich Village
Way back in nineteen sixty six
Jimi’s at the the “Café Wha” Arlo’s at the Gaslight
Van Ronk’s at the “Kettle Of Fish”

I was just nineteen the crowds were amazing
A carnival street in those days
The young Teenyboppers the folkies and rockers
The beat poets in the cafes

CHORUS
It’s so long ago it seems like a dream
Where fairy dust fell from the sky
I’d sit on a stoop with my beautiful girlfriend
And watch the parade passing by

The headshops and horses with New York cops on them, the
Tourists who come just to stare
“Summer In The City” by the great “Lovin Spoonful” played
From radios everywhere

The Fugs at the Players Theater were brilliant
The baby boom still in its youth
Performing satirical songs with a freedom
Their hometowns would never approve.

CHORUS
It’s so long ago it seems like a dream
Where fairy dust fell from the sky
I’d sit on a stoop with my beautiful girlfriend
And watch the parade passing by

The Viet Nam war raging young boys were drafted
They’d flee their homes like the condemned and
Come to MacDougal Street shielded and hidden from
The FBI searching for them, I
Saw Allan Ginsberg help one of those scared souls
With a bus ticket to Montreal
The anti-war movement was active and vocal, and in the
Village it included us all


CHORUS
It’s so long ago it seems like a dream
Where fairy dust fell from the sky
I’d sit on a stoop with my beautiful girlfriend
And watch the parade passing by

I walk down MacDougal Street late in my lifetime
The painters and playwrights are gone
The high rent apartments are filled with stock brokers
Their I-Pads are always turned on

The Figueros closed the Hip Bagel a memory
The stores cater to the rich class
A few clubs remain but they all look so lifeless, like
Dead flowers under pressed glass


CHORUS
It’s so long ago it seems like a dream
Did Fairy dust fall from that sky?
I sit on that stoop all alone like a stranger
And watch a Mercedes drive by

But thankful I lived through those times
When fairy dust fell from the sky