
East Belfast you are in my blood
You with your sectarian turmoil
I could never get
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Mine is just an ordinary memory
A childhood spent
As it could only have been
[A stable home provided]
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I did play my cowboy games
On the green green grass of home
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Sliding up in height
Into the Sixties era
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And all the false hope it gave – seeming so grand
Getting branded with the sixties brand
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Oh hippiedom! – half adopted by me
We sired you when we had the time
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And espoused with lip service
Your so called freedom
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Yet emotions rose in the music then
Telling us all was well
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Turn on – tune in – drop out
Whatever did that mean?
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‘Cause our Sixties was the Belfast kind
After all – we still had to work
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Parents guided – to ‘serve your time’
And get a bank balance of some kind
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But America – do you answer for a lot?
As your philosophies were bought by us
‘Dyeing’ them a different colour
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Also imitating Beatle-ish young men
Stones apart and Dylan-esque outlooks
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All paid their dues
To give us hero’s full of flaws
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But now I think of
Those streets I walked
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Into the town we did go
Posing –
but our pose was with a watchful eye
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Looking out for the bad guys
Who didn’t ‘get’ the bell-bottoms
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Was it youth’s exuberance that
Gave the Sixties it’s smile
Our did the Sixties give us ours?
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Was it the generated utopia?
All make-believe – within
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As pop-till-you-drop
Was lost along the way
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I had mates
And we three
Stuck together
like supportive crutches
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A duet, a trio, or alone
At different seasons
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At times
Striking-out individually
Looking for adventure
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As pubs were crawled-around
And new friends found
With secret language
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We knew them
“Hey man!” and two
fingered peace
All (minus the bad) –
Was not so bad
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Looking back – can’t go back
Looking forward – can go forward
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Sixties gone
The drug man – now gospel man
Told me he would relive the Sixties
As he missed them first time round
in the drug haze
Sixty-two – to Sixties he has returned
Sixties of a different kind
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I draw my pen to a close
‘Cause that nostalgic streak
Must be put away for the day
It’s only the wanderings of
An older man
You are too young to understand?