I own nothing in this story. Bellamy Brothers own the song "An old hippie"
A/N I had no idea what made me write this, hopefully it'll bring you all something to wonder about. And I know Munch is like 60, but whatcha gonna do?
He turned
fifty-five last Sunday
and his hair is turning gray
He tried dying it black, but it just got to much for him. Besides, who knew what was out in those hair colors now a days
But he
still ain't changed his lifestyle
He likes it better the old way
So he grows a little garden in the back yard by the fence
He's
consuming what he's growing nowadays in self defense
He still listened to his John Lennon records,and even though he lives int he bad side of Queens, he still liked a few flowers,even though the government uses chemicals in the stuff thats grows the Flowers
He gets out
there in the twilight zone
sometimes when it just don't make no
sense
He gets off on country music
cause disco left him cold
He
could never dance like that, he was into Johnny Cash and all those
'rebellious' singers like Dylan and Lenin, how he misses him.
He's got
young friends into new wave
buts he's just too damn old
Fin
and Olivia, they're always listening to rap music, and Elliot was
into the whole rock scene. They always criticize him for listening
to his type of music, but he could hardly understand any of those so
called 'singers'
And he dreams
at night of Woodstock
and the day John Lennon died
how the
music made him happy
and the silence made him cry
Yea he
thinks of John sometimes
and he has to wonder why
Why did it have to be like this? He was his idol. One of the many people that would speak out against the government. But that wasn't all of it, why couldn't things go back to the way things were.
He's
an old hippie
and he don't know what to do
should hang on to
the old
should he grab on to the new
he's an old hippie
his
new life is just a bust
he ain't trying to change nobody
he
just trying real hard to adjust
He was sure back in the
sixties
that everyone was hip
Then they sent him off to
Vietnam
on his senior trip
He
was so scared, he was standing there, gun in hand, in the middle of
the Jungle, not even a month past eighteen. He never told anybody,
not even Fin, that he had served for the people he despises the
most.
And they
force him to become a man
while he was still a boy
and in
each wave of tragedy
he waited for the joy
When
he could go home, and see his girl friend, his mother, all his
friends. But then he opens his eyes, and sees the jungle surrounding
him.
Now this
world may change around him
but he just can't change no more
Hes sick and tired of this. The world keeps changing, but why does he has to? He hates it, and he wishes things could stay the same.
He's an old
hippie
and he don't know what to do
should hang on to the old
should he grab on to the new
he's an old hippie
his new
life is just a bust
he ain't trying to change nobody
he just
trying real hard to adjust
Well he stays
away a lot now
from the parties and the clubs
And he's
thinking while he's joggin' 'round. Sure is glad he quit the hard
drugs
No
one knew he used to do it. He quit when he got out of the hell hole,
and he thanks god every day he did.
Cause
him and his kind get more endangered everyday
And pretty soon the
species
will just up and fade away
Like the smoke from that
torpedo
just up and fade away
There are so few of his 'kind of people' left. The people who take a stand against the government, the ones that had to deal with the protests and the government. Sure there rebellions today, but not like it was back then. When it actually meant something.
He's an old
hippie
and he don't know what to do
should hang on to the old
should he grab on to the new
he's an old hippie
his new
life is just a bust
he ain't trying to change nobody
he just
trying real hard to adjust
Wow, that was odd. Please review.