In California
Words and music by Jim Gilkeson
©Copyright, 2019, by Jim Gilkeson. All rights reserved.
 
 
 

Lyrics:
Crazy times we're livin' in
Stay any time at all
You see the same birds here in springtime
That come around in Fall
Migratory patterns
Of Nomads on the road
Harvest when the sun shines
go to Bali when it's cold
(Katya's back from No Man's Land
And the resin fills the air
Now she's back from Burning Man
And the white dust fills her hair
She’s living for intensity
And release in all its forms
Beginning with society
All its rules and norms)

I guess your angels really get a kick out of you
Nobody knows you, nobody owns you
Or cares what you do
So do it all! Do it now!
Do it from your heart!
'Cause you never ever look as good
As you do when you're falling . . .  falling apart               

Has the well run dry?
May I'm just tired
I was goin' along and doin' my best
Suddenly I'm retired
Condemned to livin' out my days
Locked up in a cage
With Napa wines and five guitars
And a woman half my age
(It's an all-night dress-up party
Everybody's there
They took a million dollars
And threw them in the air
Everybody got some
So everybody's free
To get a little piece
Of who they want to be)
 

After sixteen years at Harbin Hot Springs, I am entitled to a few comments on Northern California hip and new age culture.

Young stick,
what makes you tick?
Signifyin,' always tryin'
To make the magic scene
They got people on highs here,
people on lows
Highs and lows
And everything in between . . .

 
I guess your angels really get a kick out of you
Nobody knows you, nobody owns you
Or cares what you do
So do it all! Do it now!
Do it from your heart!
'Cause you never ever look as good
As you do when you're falling . . .  falling apart    
'Cause you never ever look as good
As you do when you're falling  . . .

Jim: vocals, ac. & el. rhythm guitars

Reed: drums

Uffe: lead guitar and bass