Relic (Visions of Mushroom Clouds)
Born in the middle of the 20th Century
Two guitars, bass, and drums. Three singer/songwriters.
Story behind the song
Written after finally seeing Manchurian Candidate
Lyrics
In the first grade, they taught us to dive for cover
Under desks when it came time to drop the bomb,
The very next year, we moved to the Pacific,
The night sky glowed; it scared my mom.
I had just learned to read when they launched the Sputnik,
The Russians are coming, we may not survive.
The end is near and we can't avoid it,
But a backyard shelter will keep us alive.
At night I used to lie in my bed,
With visions of mushroom clouds dancing in my head.
Cold war, blockade, Cuban missile crisis,
A week in October when we held our breath.
At the age of 13, my childhood ended
on the afternoon they said the President is dead.
So we listened to the Beatles and the Buffalo Springfield,
And tried to bring an end to that damn war.
In a kitchen, we lost Bobbie; on a balcony, Martin,
I'm old enough to vote, but what's the voting for?
At night I used to lie in my bed,
With visions of mushroom clouds dancing in my head
Oh, the years go by, am I becoming a relic?
An amusing reminder of a different time?
The children all ask, "Were you a hippy? Did you go to Woodstock? or march in a protest line?"
At night I used to lie in my bed,
with visions of mushroom clouds dancing in my head
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