Boomer's Choice

Well, the boys came marching home from Germany and France and the bomb had made a blast in in Hiroshima. (‘50’s) We were driving brand new cars; we were waving stars and bars and everywhere was another factory. Back in 1953, cruising with Dwight E., Elvis sang the white-boy blues, McCarthy looking under every bush. In the home of the brave and the free, rolling on prosperity and all the kids were going off to school. (‘60’s) Ten years down the road, another dream had come and gone and the power of one gun had made itself known. Back in 1964 big Lyndon opened the door for civil rights and a bloody Asian war. young men on porkchop hill, young women on the pill. At home they said don’t kill; get a psychedelic thrill.

(70’s) But the dreams of a woodstock nation were just an imagination when the boys came trudging home in ’73. So it’s hey hey ho is there anybody home and its hie hie hey, seeking light in the night of day: the dreams of a woodstock nation were just an imagination when the boys came trudging home in ’73. Well, it just don’t pay to sob; guess I’ll get myself a job selling leisure suits, maybe real estate. I’m not moving very fast, just waiting in line for gas and Johnny Carson gives me all my news. Back in 1976, overcoming dirty tricks, some were moving back to the sticks; some were looking for a fix. (‘80’s)Ayatollahs on the rise, sulfur dioxide in the skies and the system makes the man that’s got his own. They say an elephant won’t forget; let’s play another set. There’s always another ghost on pac-man’s tail. Don’t let this boom go stale. Let’s find an airline for sale or pop another tape in the VCR. Back in 1989, we’re living on borrowed time getting lost in subtle sin eating oat bran at the gym. But there’s an empty place inside, and I was wondering why these vanities don’t suit. I’m going back to the gospel truth. And it’s hey hey ho is there anybody home and it’s hie hie hey, seeking light in the night of day; There’s an empty place inside and I was wondering why. These vanities don’t suit; I’m going back to the gospel truth. (Y2K)Put on your Sarejevo, Mogadishu, Kalishnikov and Columbine shoes, for the way is treacherous with ruts and rocks. Yeah, we figured our digits out before that Y2K could spoil our rout, but that 9/11 call was in the cards. Did you consider the question of heaven before the wreck of ’07? Will you hear the trumpet call from the Ancient of Days. Our way is littered with freaks and fads from Baghdad through our mouse pads as the reaper swings his steely scythe across our wicked ways. And it’s hey hey ho; is there anybody home? And it’s hie hie hey, seeking light of day? It’s a dangerous place outside and I was wondering why. This world don’t give a hoot; I’m going back to the gospel truth. Listen to Boomer’s Choice copyright 2008, to be continued. . . King of Soul