Robin Robertis ~ Flower

Robin Robertis ~ Flower

Robin’s flower reminds me of something … can’t quite put my finger on it. It’ll come to me … it’s on the tip of my tongue …

Chemical change, like a a laser beam
you’ve shattered the warning amber light
Wake me warm
Let me see you moving everything over
smiling in my room
you know, you’ll be inside of my mind soon

There are so many of you
White shirt and tie, white shirt and tie,
white shirt and tie, wedding ring, wedding ring.

Mulligan stew for Bloom,
the only Jew in the room
Saxon’s sick on the holy dregs
and their constant getting throw up on his leg.

Molly’s gone to blazes,
Boylan’s crotch amazes
any woman whose husband sleeps with his head
all buried down at the foot of his bed.

I’ve got his arm
I’ve got his arm
I’ve had it for weeks
I’ve got his arm
Steven won’t give his arm
to no gold star mother’s farm;
War’s good business so give your son
and I’d rather have my country die for me.

There are so many of you
Sell your mother for a Hershey bar
grow up looking like a car
there are
All you want to do is live,
all you want to do is give but
somehow it all falls apart

—Grace Slick

Happy Sunday

rejoyce by Jefferson Airplane (Grace Slick’s rather odd take on James Joyce’s Ulysses) from the album After Bathing At Baxters, the album that followed Surrealistic Pillow. You can hear how the drugs and the hardening of the scene in the Haight were creeping into their music at this point, eating away at the joyous innocence and optimism  of their earlier work.

Most of the songs on the album were written by Paul Kantner, who had nowhere near the talent of either Marty Balin or Grace Slick, already locked in mortal battle with their own demons by the end of the Summer Of Love. Still, this is one amazing song, Grace in all her beautiful and sexy  and literate weirdness.