It's very far away, it takes about a half and a day to get there - if we travel by my dragon-fly. No, it's not in Spain, but all the same you know, it's a groovy name. And the wind's just right. Hang on, my darling, hang on if you wanna go. Hear it's a really groovy place. It's, uh, just a little bit of uh, Spanish Castle Magic.
Cause Jesus I do think did exist, and he was, I think, a guy who had interesting ideas in the Gandhi-type area, in the Nelson Mandela-type area, you know, relaxed and groovy; and the Romans thought, Relaxed and groovy?! No, no, no, no, no! So they murdered him. And kids eat chocolate eggs, because of the color of the chocolate, and the color of the... wood on the cross. Well, you tell me! It's got nothing to do with it, has it?
Guys standing around and talking about Spanish fly: 'You know anything about Spanish fly?''No, tell me about it.'Well there's this girl Crazy Mary, you put some in her drink man, she, 'Haaaaaaaaaaaaah.'Oh yeah, that's really groovy man, Spanish fly is groovy, yeah.From then on, any time you see a girl: 'Wish I had some Spanish fly.'Go to a party see five girls standing alone: 'Boy if I had a whole jug of Spanish fly, I'd light that corner up over there. HAAAAAAH.'
ASTERIX COMES BACK SO PUT AWAY YOUR HARD - TACK ON THE RIGHT TRACK SWIMMIN' ACROSS MY BACK AS MY FAVOURITE SOAKED LIKE A CHOCO - COCOA FLECK THIS IS A REAL TRAP WHO'S GOT THE FLIPPER X2 WHO'S GOT TGE GROOVY BUKISH SNAPPER - WHIPPER BUT THIS GUY LOST THE SPACE AND ROMANCE AND ROMANCE, HE'S GOT THE FLIPPER - FACE
At Camp Don Bosco, there were Bibles all over the place, mostly 1970s hippie versions like Good News for Modern Man. They had groovy titles like The Word or The Way, and translated the Bible into 'contemporary English, ' which meant Saul yelling at Jonathan, 'You son of a bitch!' (I Samuel 20:30). Awesome! The King James version gave this verse as 'Thou son of the perverse rebellious woman, ' which was bogus in comparison. Maybe these translations went a bit far. I recall one of the Bibles translating the inscription over the cross, 'INRI' (Iesus Nazaremus Rex Iudaeorum), as 'SSDD' (Same Shit Different Day), and another describing the Last Supper - the night before Jesus' death, a death he freely accepted - where Jesus breaks the bread, gives it to his disciples, and says, 'It's better to burn out than fade away, ' but these memories could be deceptive.
Bernard and I always believed that most pop music fits into the board category called rock and roll. Rock and roll was ever changing, and this art form had different genres of classification for the benefit of consumers, like sections in a library or bookstore. Once any genre-folk, soul, rock or even some jazz-reaches a certain position on the pop charts, it does what's known in the music business as crossing over, and gets played on the Top Forty stations. That's the reason so many of us own songs by artists from genre's we normally wouldn't-their hit songs crossed over into the pop Top Forty mainstream. When a genre repeatedly crosses over and comes to dominate the Top Forty, what had originated as an insurgency becomes the new ruling class. This was the path disco had taken-from the margins where it started, a weird combination of underground gay culture and funk and gospel-singing techniques and, in the case of Chic, Jazz-inflected groovy soul. But it was basically all rock and roll, historically speaking, as far as we were concerned. But the media and the industry pitted us against the Knack-the disco kings in their buppie uniforms verses the scrappy white boys. But we never saw it that way. We thought we were all on the same team, even if our voices and songs followed different idioms. Boy, were we naive. And boy, did things change.