Ode to the British Invasion

 

 

Ode to the British Invasion

 

Savor the succulence of Strawberry Fields

The sweetest of the sentiments blooms and builds

The guitar has powers that it wantonly wields

Brothers in their bands are new-age guilds

 

The clarion call of London lassoed all America

Every beachhead of sands of silica

The tidal waves of sounds blasted the ephemera

Of John Wayne and GI Joe blundering chimera

 

When Jagger and Jones made swords of songs

That sliced and slew the wars and all their wrongs

Their anthems were banners that always belongs

The bombast and beauty it pulses, prolongs

 

Lennon and McCartney were the angels of life

Nursing and subverting, making student strife

And every sweet girl wanted to be their wife

And for them I’m my brothers’ true blue knife

 

They spread a scarlet stain of Ruby and her Tuesdays

Made us roam in routes of uncharted pathways

Against the crass and the coarse it nobly inveighs

It brightens all the drabness of the flannels and grays

 

The hair was long, the hips humped and thrusted

The Beat was something you adored and trusted

You smoked the herb and were bullied and busted

Your beaten body had the consistency of custard

 

But Street Fighting Man comes to the rescue

Revolutions rise and devour anew

The Kings and the Cops won’t have a clue

And another invasion is long overdue

 

Copyright, David Gottfried, 2013

 

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