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Right On (Hippie Dream)

by The Bevis Frond

on Sprawl (1994)

Right on, right on
Your hippie dream, your hippie dream
Right on, right on
Your hippie dream, your hippie dream

Your happy trails blazing
Your china doll crazing
Can you see the world changing?
Is it really worth saving?

Right on, right on
Your hippie dream, your hippie dream
Right on, right on
Your hippie dream, your hippie dream

Can you see the freaks flagging?
Their crippled loons dragging
All around the old places
In search of soft spaces?

Right on, right on
Your hippie dream, your hippie dream
Right on, right on
Your hippie dream, your hippie dream

Right on, right on
Your hippie dream, your hippie dream
Right on, right on
Your hippie dream, your hippie dream

Right on, right on
Your hippie dream, your hippie dream
Right on, right on
Your hippie dream, your hippie dream

spoken:
The inner world of the Now Generation is a glowing stone dropped into a vast pool of greyness, and the warmth of its ripples is spreading in ever-widening circles. The more self-knowing a person can become, the more beautiful he or she will become from the deep roots. We influence others by what we are ourselves. It's not even necessary to 'do', but merely to 'become'. In this way what we become will benefit the next person, you, me, humanity at large. Good vibrations are catching. And there is an undercurrent of something beautiful and mystical sweeping the spirits of the Now Generation. The seeds of understanding sown in seasons past are growing greenly underground towards the sun. The Overground Movement is imminent and overdue. Draw closer, stranger, and welcome. Can you not feel your world growing between your toes, and bursting from between your brows like the fabulous beanstalk?

Right on, right on
Your hippie dream, your hippie dream
Right on, right on
Your hippie dream, your hippie dream

Your hippie dream, your hippie dream
Your hippie dream, your hippie dream

spoken:
Look deep into the chalices of flowers, study them, observe the natural world. Find your way to woods and fields whenever possible. Lie amid the grasses. Live again the smells and sights and sounds of childhood when the world was truly beautiful and you were nearer knowing what it was all about. Your perceptions were closer to the core of all 'being' then, unclouded by mis-education and the intellect. Right on, your hippie dream. Right on, your hippie dream.

spoken:
I am the crystal wall built about the garden of Nature, on the ramparts of which are the storehouses of understanding.

spoken:
I saw my first flower girl the other day, and I was dismayed to think that she could go about town with an escort of long-haired youths. Her dress was adorned with bells and beads, and her jeans had flowers painted on them, as well as on her jacket. And to think that budgies are being deprived of bells for their cages because there is a run on pet shops for the little bells that give our feathered friends such endless joy.

Right on, right on

spoken:
One girl came up to me and stroked my cheek with a fox-fur mitten. Somebody gave me a tinkerbell, somebody else a silver star to stick on my forehead, and one old man hugged me while the tears poured down his cheeks and his wife stood by holding his shoes. "He has always dreamed people could be like this. Now he can die," she said. Everyone got a chocolate Easter egg. A middle-aged woman stood with a record player balanced on her head playing "The Messiah". Elsewhere, tribal rhythms floated in and out of my ears.

Right on, right on
Your hippie dream, your hippie dream
Right on, right on
Your hippie dream, your hippie dream

Right on, right on
Your hippie dream, your hippie dream
Right on, right on
Your hippie dream, your hippie dream

spoken:
Remember, this is your world too. Contribute to it. Spread love.