Legendary LSD ...

Clare Kennedy kennedy_clare at hotmail.com
Tue Nov 16 05:52:12 CST 1999




>From: lorentzen-nicklaus at t-online.de (Lorentzen / Nicklaus)
>To: pynchon-l at waste.org
>Subject: Legendary LSD ...
>Date: Tue, 16 Nov 1999 12:15:45 +0100
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>  ... from the 60s was not always that clean: "In fact he [Owsley - KFL] 
>had put
>  a little Methedrine in his early LSD, under the influence of Leary, who 
>claimed
>  amphetamines added 'clarity' to an acid trip, but Owsley soon turned 
>against
>  amphetamines in any form". (Charles Perry: The Haight-Ashbury, p. 81). - 
>KFL
>

K I D    C H A R L E M A G N E



                       While the music played you worked by candlelight
                       Those San Francisco Nights,
                       You were the best in town.
                       Just by chance you crossed the diamond with the 
pearl.
                       You turned it on the world,
                       That's when you turned the world around.
                       Did you feel like Jesus?
                       Did you realise
                       That you were a champion in their eyes?

                       On the hill the stuff was laced with kerosene
                       But yours was kitchen clean.
                       Everyone stopped to stare at your technicolor motor 
home
                       Every A-Frame had your number on the wall
                       You must have had it all.
                       You'd go to LA on dare
                       And you'd go it alone.
                       Could you live forever?
                       Could you see the day,
                       Could you feel your whole world fall apart and fade 
away?

                       Get along, get along Kid Charlemagne,
                       Get along Kid Charlemagne

                       Now the patrons have all left you in the red
                       Your low rent friends are dead
                       This life can be very strange.
                       All those dayglow freaks who used to paint the face,
                       They've joined the human race
                       Some things will never change.
                       [Son you were mistaken]
                       You are obsolete,
                       Look at all the white men on the street.

                       [chorus]

                       Clean this mess up or else we'll all end up in jail.
                       Those test tubes and the scale,
                       Just get them all out of here
                       Is there gas in the car
                       Yes, there's gas in the car
                       I think the people down the hall
                       Know who you are.
                       Careful what you carry
                       'cause the man is wise.
                       You are still an outlaw in their eyes.

                       [chorus]


It's just my laundrey piggy have you seen the little liquid on sugar cube 
piggys in their laundrey detergent man, starch white shirts and for all of 
reagan's hippies life is getting better all the time...

Barely there,

Clare

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