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MacDougal Street Summer 1966

Tom Pacheco · Tekst og 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