Donovan
Donovan - Age Of Treason - Previously Unreleased lyrics
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On a lone and windy hilltop, beneath a roof of tin In a little wallpapered bedroom, I done my growin' 'Twas there I dreamt my dreams, there I hung my jeans And wandered through my puberty as all do My mother was a tight nut, bound up with false guilt Strapped up in her fearing, wall she had built An independent girl in a dark and cruel world She'd lost the way to say, "Okay, now lay back" We disagreed on most things, I shouted peace and love The family of mankind, the symbol of the dove She only saw the surface of things before her face But I was young and argued on for hours My father he liked poetry, a scholar he might have made Had a nothing, born a poor boy, barefoot and underpaid So the man worked with his hands, up and down the land His dreams forgot he thought that I must follow With his marks as worker's wisdom, he'd read a thing or two He once had been a mason but he never followed through Always kind and thoughtful, smelling of machine oil And he read me poetry of visionaries I flunked my way to college, a loser kind of school But we bobbed and played time, arty, feeling cool A chance to live an artist, diggin' the ravin' scene Reading Kerouac and Ginsberg, well deuced I was not academic, art and English neat The history of mankind I liked that a bit And what was I to do? The choices they were few A downright disgrace to the working classes A downright disgrace to the working classes A downright disgrace to the working classes A downright disgrace to the working classes