1960s Counter Culture Music

Jimi Hendrix Purple Haze - 1967

Purple Haze Lyrics Purple Haze was in my brain,lately things don't seem the same,actin' funny but I don't know why'scuse me while I kiss the sky.Purple Haze all around,don't know if I'm coming up or down.Am I happy or in misery?Whatever it is, that girl put a spell on me.Purple Haze was in my eyes,don't know if it's day or night,you've got me blowing, blowing my mindis it tomorrow or just the end of time?

Jimi Hendrix All Along the Watchtower - 1967

All Along the Watchtower Lyrics "There must be some kind of way out of here,"Said the joker to the thief,"There's too much confusion, I can't get no relief.Business men – they drink my winePlowmen dig my earthNone will level on the wineNobody of it is worth.""No reason to get excited,"The thief – he kindly spoke,"There are many here among usWho feel that life is but a jokeBut you and I we've been through thatAnd this is not our fateSo let us not talk falsely nowThe hour's getting late."All along the watchtowerPrincess kept the viewWhile all the women cameAnd went bare-foot servants tooOutside in the cold distanceA wild cat did growlTwo riders were approachingAnd the wind began to howl, hey.

Jimi Hendrix Voodoo Child - 1968

Voodoo Child Lyrics Well, I stand up next to a mountainAnd I chop it down with the edge of my handWell, I stand up next to a mountainChop it down with the edge of my handWell, I pick up all the pieces and make an islandMight even raise just a little sand'Cause I'm a voodoo childLord knows I'm a voodoo childI didn't mean to take you up all your sweet timeI'll give it right back to you one of these daysI said, I didn't mean to take you up all your sweet timeI'll give it right back to you one of these daysAnd if I don't meet you no more in this worldThen I'll, I'll meet you in the next oneAnd don't be late, don't be late'Cause I'm a voodoo childLord knows I'm a voodoo childI'm a voodoo child

Creedence Clearwater Revival Fortunate Son - 1969

Fortunate Son Lyrics Some folks are born made to wave the flagOoh, they're red, white and blueAnd when the band plays "Hail to the chief"Ooh, they point the cannon at you, LordIt ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no senator's son, sonIt ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, noYeah!Some folks are born silver spoon in handLord, don't they help themselves, ohBut when the taxman comes to the doorLord, the house looks like a rummage sale, yesIt ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no millionaire's son, noIt ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, noSome folks inherit star spangled eyesOoh, they send you down to war, LordAnd when you ask them, "How much should we give?"Ooh, they only answer More! more! more! yohIt ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no military son, sonIt ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, oneIt ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, no nonoIt ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate son, no nono

Creedence Clearwater Revival Run Through the Jungle - 1970

Run Through the Jungle Lyrics Whoa, thought it was a nightmare,Lo, it's all so true,They told me, "Don't go walkin' slow'Cause Devil's on the loose."[CHORUS:]Better run through the jungle,Better run through the jungle,Better run through the jungle,Woa, Don't look back to see.Thought I heard a rumblin'Callin' to my name,Two hundred million guns are loadedSatan cries, "Take aim!"[CHORUS]Over on the mountainThunder magic spoke,"Let the people know my wisdom,Fill the land with smoke."

The Byrds Mr. Tambourine Man - 1965

Mr. Tambourine Man Lyrics Hey Mister Tambourine Man, play a song for meI'm not sleepy and there ain't no place I'm goin' toHey Mister Tambourine Man, play a song for meIn the jingle jangle morning, I'll come followin' youTake me for a trip upon your magic swirlin' shipAll my senses have been strippedAnd my hands can't feel to gripAnd my toes too numb to stepWait only for my boot heels to be wanderin'I'm ready to go anywhere I'm ready for to fadeOn to my own parade cast your dancin' spell my wayI promise to go under itHey Mister Tambourine Man, play a song for meI'm not sleepy and there ain't no place I'm goin' toHey Mister Tambourine Man, play a song for meIn the jingle jangle morning, I'll come followin' you

The Band The Weight - 1968

The Weight Lyrics I pulled into Nazareth, was feelin' about half past deadI just need some place where I can lay my head"Hey, mister, can you tell me where a man might find a bed?"He just grinned and shook my hand, "no" was all he saidTake a load off, FannyTake a load for freeTake a load off, FannyAnd (and) (and) you put the load right on me(You put the load right on me)I picked up my bag, I went lookin' for a place to hideWhen I saw Carmen and the Devil walkin' side by sideI said, "Hey, Carmen, come on let's go downtown"She said, "I gotta go but my friend can stick around"Take a load off, FannyTake a load for freeTake a load off, FannyAnd (and) (and) you put the load right on me(You put the load right on me)Go down, Miss Moses, there's nothin' you can sayIt's just ol' Luke and Luke's waitin' on the Judgment Day"Well, Luke, my friend, what about young Anna Lee?"He said, "Do me a favor, son, won't you stay and keep Anna Lee company?"Take a load off, FannyTake a load for freeTake a load off, FannyAnd (and) (and) you put the load right on me(You put the load right on me) Crazy Chester followed me and he caught me in the fogHe said, "I will fix your rack if you'll take Jack, my dog"I said, "Wait a minute, Chester, you know I'm a peaceful man"He said, "That's okay, boy, won't you feed him when you can"Yeah, take a load off, FannyTake a load for freeTake a load off, FannyAnd (and) (and) you put the load right on me(You put the load right on me)Catch a cannon ball now to take me down the lineMy bag is sinkin' low and I do believe it's timeTo get back to Miss Fanny, you know she's the only oneWho sent me here with her regards for everyoneTake a load off, FannyTake a load for freeTake a load off, FannyAnd (and) (and) you put the load right on me(You put the load right on me)

John Lennon Give Peace a Chance - 1969

Give Peace a Chance Lyrics Two, one two three four Everybody's talking aboutBagism, Shagism, Dragism, MadismRagism, Tagism, this-ism, that-ismIsm ismism All we are saying is give peace a chanceAll we are saying is give peace a chance Everybody's talkin' 'bout ministers, sinistersBanisters and canisters, bishops and fishopsRabbis and pop eyes, bye bye, bye byes All we are saying, is give peace a chanceAll we are saying, is give peace a chance Let me tell you nowEverybody's talking about, revolutionEvolution, masturbation, flagellationRegulation, integrations, meditationsUnited Nations, congratulations All we are saying is give peace a chanceAll we are saying is give peace a chance Everybody's talking about, John and YokoTimmy Leary, Rosemary, Tommy smothersBobby Dylan, Tommy Cooper, Derek TaylorNorman Mailer, Alan Ginsberg, Hare Krishna, Hare Hare Krishna All we are saying is give peace a chanceAll we are saying is give peace a chanceAll we are saying is give peace a chance

The Hollies Long Cool Woman in a Black Dress - 1972

Long Cool Woman in a Black Dress Lyrics Saturday night I was downtownWorking for the FBISittin' in a nest of bad menWhiskey bottles piling highBootlegging boozer on the west sideFull of people who are doing wrongJust about to call up the DA manWhen I heard this woman sing a songA pair of 45's made me open my eyesMy temperature started to riseShe was a long cool woman in a black dressJust-a 5'9, beautiful, tallWith just one look I was a bad mess'Cause that long cool woman had it all[Instrumental Interlude]I saw her heading to the tableLike a tall walking big black catWhen Charlie said I hope that you're able boy'Cause I'm telling you she knows where it's atThen suddenly we heard the sirensAnd everybody started to runA-jumping out of doors and tablesWhen I heard somebody shootin' a gunWell the DA was pumping my left hand And a-she was a-holding my rightWell I told her don't get scared'Cause you're gonna be sparedI've gotta be forgivin' if I wanna spend my livingWith a long cool woman in a black dressJust a 5'9 beautiful tallYeah, with just one look I was a bad mess'Cause that long cool woman had it allHad it allHad it all

The Beach Boys Good Vibrations - 1966

Good Vibrations Lyrics I-I love the colorful clothes she wearsAnd the way the sunlight plays upon her hairI hear the sound of a gentle wordOn the wind that lifts her perfume through the airI'm pickin' up good vibrationsShe's giving me excitations (Oom bop bop)I'm pickin' up good vibrations (Good vibrations, oom bop bop)She's giving me excitations (Excitations, oom bop bop)Good, good, good, good vibrations (Oom bop bop)She's giving me excitations (Excitations, oom bop bop)Good, good, good, good vibrations (Oom bop bop)She's giving me excitations (Excitations)Close my eyes, she's somehow closer nowSoftly smile, I know she must be kindWhen I look in her eyesShe goes with me to a blossom worldI'm pickin' up good vibrationsShe's giving me excitations (Oom bop bop)I'm pickin' up good vibrations (Good vibrations, oom bop bop)She's giving me excitations (Excitations, oom bop bop)Good, good, good, good vibrations (Oom bop bop)She's giving me excitations (Excitations, oom bop bop)Good, good, good, good vibrations (Oom bop bop)She's giving me excitations (Excitations) (Ahh)(Ah, my my, what elation)I don't know where but she sends me there(Oh, my my, what a sensation)(Oh, my my, what elation)(Oh, my my, what)Gotta keep those lovin' good vibrations a-happenin' with herGotta keep those lovin' good vibrations a-happenin' with herGotta keep those lovin' good vibrations a-happenin'(Ahh)Good, good, good, good vibrations (Oom bop bop)(I'm pickin' up good vibrations) (Oom bop bop)She's giving me excitations (Excitations, oom bop bop)Good, good, good, good vibrationsNa nananana, nananaNa nananana, nanana (Bop bop-bop-bop-bop, bop)Do dodododo, do dodo (Bop bop-bop-bop-bop, bop)Do dodododo, do dodo (Bop bop-bop-bop-bop, bop)

The Beach Boys Sloop John B - 1966

Sloop John B Lyrics We come on the sloop John BMy grandfather and meAround Nassau town we did roamDrinking all nightGot into a fightWell I feel so broke upI want to go homeSo hoist up the John B's sailSee how the mainsail setsCall for the Captain ashoreLet me go home, let me go homeI wanna go home, yeah yeahWell I feel so broke upI wanna go homeThe first mate he got drunkAnd broke in the Cap'n's trunkThe constable had to come and take him awaySheriff John StoneWhy don't you leave me alone, yeah yeahWell I feel so broke up I wanna go home So hoist up the John B's sailSee how the mainsail setsCall for the Captain ashoreLet me go home, let me go homeI wanna go home, let me go homeWhy don't you let me go home(Hoist up the John B's sail)Hoist up the John BI feel so broke up I wanna go homeLet me go homeThe poor cook he caught the fitsAnd threw away all my gritsAnd then he took and he ate up all of my cornLet me go homeWhy don't they let me go homeThis is the worst trip I've ever been onSo hoist up the John B's sailSee how the mainsail setsCall for the Captain ashoreLet me go home, let me go homeI wanna go home, let me go homeWhy don't you let me go home

The Rolling Stones Paint it black - 1966

Paint it black Lyrics I see a red door and I want it painted blackNo colors any more, I want them to turn blackI see the girls walk by, dressed in their summer clothesI have to turn my head until my darkness goesI see a line of cars and they're all painted blackWith flowers and my love both never to come backI see people turn their heads and quickly look awayLike a newborn baby, it just happens every dayI look inside myself and see my heart is blackI see my red door I must have it painted blackMaybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the factsIt's not easy facing up when your whole world is blackNo more will my green sea gord turn a deeper blueI could not foresee this thing happening to youIf I look hard enough into the setting sunMy love will laugh with me before the morning comesI see a red door and I want it painted blackNo colors any more, I want them to turn blackI see the girls walk by, dressed in their summer clothesI have to turn my head until my darkness goes Hmm, hmm, hmm,..I wanna see it painted, painted blackBlack as night, black as coalI wanna see the sun blotted out from the skyI wanna see it painted, painted, painted, painted blackYeah!Hmm, hmm, hmm...

The Rolling Stones Sympathy For the Devil - 1968

Sympathy For the Devil Lyrics Please allow me to introduce myselfI'm a man of wealth and tasteI've been around for a long, long yearStole many a man's soul and faithAnd I was 'round when Jesus ChristHad his moment of doubt and painMade damn sure that PilateWashed his hands and sealed his fatePleased to meet youHope you guess my nameBut what's puzzling youIs the nature of my gameI stuck around St. PetersburgWhen I saw it was a time for a changeKilled the czar and his ministersAnastasia screamed in vainI rode a tankHeld a general's rankWhen the blitzkrieg ragedAnd the bodies stankPleased to meet youHope you guess my name, oh yeahAh, what's puzzling youIs the nature of my game, oh yeahI watched with gleeWhile your kings and queensFought for ten decadesFor the gods they madeI shouted out,"Who killed the Kennedys?" When after allIt was you and meLet me please introduce myselfI'm a man of wealth and tasteAnd I laid traps for troubadoursWho get killed before they reached BombayPleased to meet youHope you guessed my name, oh yeahBut what's puzzling youIs the nature of my game, oh yeah, get down, babyPleased to meet youHope you guessed my name, oh yeahBut what's confusing youIs just the nature of my gameJust as every cop is a criminalAnd all the sinners saintsAs heads is tailsJust call me LuciferCause I'm in need of some restraintSo if you meet meHave some courtesyHave some sympathy, and some tasteUse all your well-learned politesseOr I'll lay your soul to waste, um yeahPleased to meet youHope you guessed my name, um yeahBut what's puzzling youIs the nature of my game, um mean it, get downWoo, who Oh yeah, get on downOh yeahOh yeah!Tell me baby, what's my nameTell me honey, can ya guess my nameTell me baby, what's my nameI tell you one time, you're to blameOoo, whoOoo, whoOoo, whoOoo, who, whoOoo, who, whoOoo, who, whoOoo, who, whoOh, yeahWhat's me nameTell me, baby, what's my nameTell me, sweetie, what's my nameOoo, who, whoOoo, who, whoOoo, who, whoOoo, who, whoOoo, who, whoOoo, who, whoOoo, who, whoOh, yeah

The Rolling Stones Gimmie Shelter - 1969

Gimmie Shelter Lyrics Oh, a storm is threat'ningMy very life todayIf I don't get some shelterOh yeah, I'm gonna fade awayWar, children, it's just a shot awayIt's just a shot awayWar, children, it's just a shot awayIt's just a shot awayOoh, see the fire is sweepin'Our very street todayBurns like a red coal carpetMad bull lost your wayWar, children, it's just a shot awayIt's just a shot awayWar, children, it's just a shot awayIt's just a shot awayRape, murder!It's just a shot awayIt's just a shot awayRape, murder!It's just a shot awayIt's just a shot awayRape, murder!It's just a shot awayIt's just a shot awayThe floods is threat'ningMy very life todayGimme, gimme shelterOr I'm gonna fade awayWar, children, it's just a shot away It's just a shot awayIt's just a shot awayIt's just a shot awayIt's just a shot awayI tell you love, sister, it's just a kiss awayIt's just a kiss awayIt's just a kiss awayIt's just a kiss awayIt's just a kiss awayKiss away, kiss away

Jefferson Airplane White Rabbit - 1967

White Rabbit Lyrics One pill makes you largerAnd one pill makes you smallAnd the ones that mother gives youDon't do anything at allGo ask Alice, when she's ten feet tall And if you go chasing rabbitsAnd you know you're going to fallTell 'em a hookah smoking caterpillarHas given you the callTo call Alice, when she was just small When the men on the chessboard get upAnd tell you where to goAnd you've just had some kind of mushroomAnd your mind is moving lowGo ask Alice, I think she'll know When logic and proportion have fallen sloppy deadAnd the white knight is talking backwardsAnd the red queen's off with her headRemember what the door mouse saidFeed your head,Feed your head

The Beatles Strawberry Fields Forever - 1967

Strawberry Fields Forever Lyrics Let me take you down, cos I'm going to Strawberry FieldsNothing is real and nothing to get hung aboutStrawberry Fields foreverLiving is easy with eyes closedMisunderstanding all you seeIt's getting hard to be someone but it all works outIt doesn't matter much to meLet me take you down, cos I'm going to Strawberry FieldsNothing is real and nothing to get hung aboutStrawberry Fields foreverNo one I think is in my treeI mean it must be high or lowThat is you can't you know tune in but it's all rightThat is I think it's not too badLet me take you down, cos I'm going to Strawberry FieldsNothing is real and nothing to get hung aboutStrawberry Fields foreverAlways, no sometimes, think it's meBut you know I know when it's a dreamI think I know I mean a "Yes" but it's all wrongThat is I think I disagreeLet me take you down, cos I'm going to Strawberry FieldsNothing is real and nothing to get hung aboutStrawberry Fields foreverStrawberry Fields foreverStrawberry Fields forever[Cranberry sauce...]

The Beatles Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds - 1967

Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds Lyrics Picture yourself in a boat on a riverWith tangerine trees and marmalade skiesSomebody calls you, you answer quite slowlyA girl with kaleidoscope eyesCellophane flowers of yellow and greenTowering over your headLook for the girl with the sun in her eyesAnd she's goneLucy in the sky with diamondsLucy in the sky with diamondsLucy in the sky with diamondsAaaaahhhhh...Follow her down to a bridge by a fountainWhere rocking horse people eat marshmellow piesEveryone smiles as you drift past the flowersThat grow so incredibly highNewpaper taxis appear on the shoreWaiting to take you awayClimb in the back with your head in the cloudsAnd you're goneLucy in the sky with diamondsLucy in the sky with diamondsLucy in the sky with diamondsAaaaahhhhh... Picture yourself on a train in a stationWith plasticine porters with looking glass tiesSuddenly someone is there at the turnstyleThe girl with the kaleidoscope eyesLucy in the sky with diamondsLucy in the sky with diamondsLucy in the sky with diamondsAaaaahhhhh...Lucy in the sky with diamondsLucy in the sky with diamondsLucy in the sky with diamondsAaaaahhhhh...Lucy in the sky with diamondsLucy in the sky with diamondsLucy in the sky with diamonds [fade out]

The Beatles I Am the Walrus - 1967

I Am the Walrus Lyrics I am he as you are he as you are meAnd we are all togetherSee how they run like pigs from a gun see how they flyI'm cryingSitting on a cornflake waiting for the van to comeCorporation teeshirt, stupid bloody TuesdayMan you been a naughty boy. You let your face grow longI am the eggman, they are the eggmenI am the walrus, goo googoojoobMister City Policeman sitting, pretty little policemen in a rowSee how they fly like Lucy in the sky, see how they runI'm crying, I'm cryingI'm crying, I'm cryingYellow matter custard dripping from a dead dog's eyeCrabalocker fishwife pornographic priestessBoy you been a naughty girl, you let your knickers downI am the eggman, they are the eggmenI am the walrus, goo googoojoobSitting in an English garden waiting for the sunIf the sun don't comeYou get a tan from standing in the English rainI am the eggman, they are the eggmenI am the walrus, goo googoojoob goo googoogoojoobExpert textpert choking smokersDon't you think the joker laughs at you? (Ha haha! He hehe! Ha ha ha!)See how they smile like pigs in a sty, see how they sniedI'm crying Semolina pilchard climbing up the Eiffel TowerElementary penguin singing Hare KrishnaMan you should have seen them kicking Edgar Alan PoeI am the eggman, they are the eggmenI am the walrus, goo googoojoob goo googoojoobGoo googoojoob goo googoojoobGoo gooooooooooojoobajoobajoobajoobajoobajoobaJoobajoobaJoobajoobaJoobajooba

Black Sabbath War Pigs - 1970

War Pigs Lyrics Generals gathered in their massesJust like witches at black massesEvil minds that plot destructionSorcerers of death's constructionIn the fields the bodies burningAs the war machine keeps turningDeath and hatred to mankindPoisoning their brainwashed minds... Oh Lord yeah!Politicians hide themselves awayThey only started the warWhy should they go out to fight?They leave that role to the poor, yeahTime will tell on their power mindsMaking war just for funTreating people just like pawns in chessWait 'till their Judgment day comes, yeah!Now in darkness, world stops turningAshes where the bodies burningNo more war pigs of the powerHand of God has struck the hourDay of Judgment, God is callingOn their knees the war pigs crawlingBegging mercy for their sinsSatan, laughing, spreads his wingsOh Lord yeah!

Jethro Tull Aqualung - 1971

Aqualung Lyrics Sitting on the park bench --eyeing little girls with bad intent.Snot is running down his nose --greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes.AqualungDrying in the cold sun --Watching as the frilly panties run.AqualungFeeling like a dead duck --spitting out pieces of his broken luck.Whoa, aqualungSun streaking cold --an old man wandering lonely.Taking timethe only way he knows.Leg hurting bad,as he bends to pick a dog-end --he goes down to the bogand warms his feet. Feeling alone --the army's up the roadsalvation a la mode anda cup of tea.Aqualung my friend --don't you start away uneasyyou poor old sod, you see, it's only me.Do you still rememberThe December's foggy freeze --when the ice thatclings on to your beard wasscreaming agony.And you snatch your rattling last breathswith deep-sea-diver sounds,and the flowers bloom likemadness in the spring.

Jethro Tull Locomotive Breath - 1971

Locomotive Breath Lyrics In the shuffling madnessOf the locomotive breath,Runs the all-time loser,Headlong to his death.He feels the piston scraping --Steam breaking on his brow --Thank God, he stole the handle andThe train won't stop going --No way to slow down.He sees his children jumping offAt the stations -- one by one.His woman and his best friend --In bed and having fun.He's crawling down the corridorOn his hands and knees --Old Charlie stole the handle andThe train won't stop going --No way to slow down.He hears the silence howling --Catches angels as they fall.And the all-time winnerHas got him by the balls.He picks up Gideon's Bible --Open at page one --God stole the handle andThe train won't stop going --No way to slow down.

Cream White Room - 1968

White Room Lyrics In the white room with black curtains near the station.Black-roof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings.Silver horses run down moonbeams in your dark eyes.Dawn-light smiles on you leaving, my contentment.I'll wait in this place where the sun never shines;Wait in this place where the shadows run from themselves.You said no strings could secure you at the station.Platform ticket, restless diesels, goodbye windows.I walked into such a sad time at the station.As I walked out, felt my own need just beginning.I'll wait in the queue when the trains come back;Lie with you where the shadows run from themselves.At the party she was kindness in the hard crowd.Consolation for the old wound now forgotten.Yellow tigers crouched in jungles in her dark eyes.She's just dressing, goodbye windows, tired starlings.I'll sleep in this place with the lonely crowd;Lie in the dark where the shadows run from themselves.

Cream Sunshine of Your Love - 1967

Sunshine of Your Love Lyrics It's gettin' near dawn,When lights close their tired eyes.I'll soon be with you my love,To give you my dawn surprise.I'll be with you darling soon,I'll be with you when the stars start falling.I've been waiting so longTo be where I'm goingIn the sunshine of your love.I'm with you my love,The light's shinin' through on you.Yes, I'm with you my love,It's the morning and just we two.I'll stay with you darling now,I'll stay with you till my seeds are all dried up.I've been waiting so longTo be where I'm goingIn the sunshine of your love.

The Mamas & The Papas California Dreamin - 1965

California DreaminLyrics All the leaves are brown and the sky is gray.I've been for a walk on a winter's day.I'd be safe and warm if I was in L.A.;California dreamin' on such a winter's day.Stopped in to a church I passed along the way.Well I got down on my knees and I pretend to pray.You know the preacher liked the cold;He knows I'm gonna stay.California dreamin' on such a winter's day.All the leaves are brown and the sky is gray.I've been for a walk on a winter's day.If I didn't tell her I could leave today;California dreamin' on such a winter's day.California dreamin' on such a winter's day.California dreamin' on such a winter's day.

Buffalo Springfield For What It’s Worth - 1967

For What It’s Worth Lyrics There's something happening hereBut what it is ain't exactly clearThere's a man with a gun over thereTelling me I got to bewareI think it's time we stopChildren, what's that sound?Everybody look - what's going down?There's battle lines being drawnNobody's right if everybody's wrongYoung people speaking' their mindsGetting so much resistance from behindIt's time we stopHey, what's that sound?Everybody look - what's going down?What a field day for the heatA thousand people in the streetSinging songs and carrying signsMostly saying, "hooray for our side"It's time we stopHey, what's that sound?Everybody look - what's going down?Paranoia strikes deepInto your life it will creepIt starts when you're always afraidStep out of line, the men come and take you away We better stopHey, what's that sound?Everybody look - what's going down?We better stopHey, what's that sound?Everybody look - what's going down?We better stopNow, what's that sound?Everybody look - what's going down?We better stopChildren, what's that sound?Everybody look - what's going down?

Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young Ohio - 1970

Ohio Lyrics Tin soldiers and Nixon coming,We're finally on our own.This summer I hear the drumming,Four dead in Ohio.Gotta get down to itSoldiers are cutting us downShould have been done long ago.What if you knew herAnd found her dead on the groundHow can you run when you know?Gotta get down to itSoldiers are cutting us downShould have been done long ago.What if you knew herAnd found her dead on the groundHow can you run when you know?Tin soldiers and Nixon coming,We're finally on our own.This summer I hear the drumming,Four dead in Ohio.

Led Zeppelin Whole Lotta Love - 1969

Whole Lotta Love Lyrics You need coolin', baby, I'm not foolin',I'm gonna send you back to schoolin',Way down inside honey, you need it,I'm gonna give you my love,I'm gonna give you my love.[Chorus]Wanna Whole Lotta Love [X4]You've been learnin', baby, I've been yearnin',All them good times, baby, baby, I've been yearnin',Way, way down inside honey, you need it,I'm gonna give you my love... I'm gonna give you my love.[Chorus]You've been coolin', baby, I've been droolin',All the good times I've been misusin',Way, way down inside, I'm gonna give you my love,I'm gonna give you every inch of my love,Gonna give you my love.[Chorus]Way down inside... woman... You need... love.Shake for me, girl. I wanna be your backdoor man.Keep it coolin', baby.

The Zombies Time of the Season - 1968

Time of the Season Lyrics It's the time of the seasonWhen love runs highIn this time, give it to me easyAnd let me try with pleasured hands(To take you in the sun to) Promised lands(To show you every one)It's the time of the season for lovingWhat's your name? (What's your name?)Who's your daddy? (Who's your daddy?)(He rich) Is he rich like me?Has he taken (Has he taken)Any time (Any time)(To show) To show you what you need to live?(Tell it to me slowly) Tell you what(I really want to know)It's the time of the season for lovingWhat's your name? (What's your name?)Who's your daddy? (Who's your daddy?)(He rich) Is he rich like me?Has he taken (Has he taken)Any time (Any time)(To show) To show you what you need to live?(Tell it to me slowly) Tell you what(I really want to know)It's the time of the season for loving

Tommy James & The Shondells Crimson and Clover - 1968

Crimson and Clover Lyrics OhNow I don't hardly know herBut I think I could love herCrimson and cloverAhI wish she'd come walking overNow I've been waiting to show herCrimson and cloverOver and overYes (da-da, da-da, da-da)My my, such a sweet thing (da-da, da-da, da-da)I want to do everything (da-da, da-da, da-da)What a beautiful feeling (da-da, da-da, da-da)Crimson and clover (da-da, da-da, da-da)Over and overCrimson and clover, over and overCrimson and clover, over and overCrimson and clover, over and overCrimson and clover, over and overCrimson and clover, over and overCrimson and clover, over and over

Strawberry Alarm Clock Incense and Peppermints - 1967

Incense and Peppermints Lyrics Good sense, innocence, cripplin' and kind.Dead kings, many things I can't define.Oh Cajun spice, sweats and blushers your mind.Incense and peppermints, the color of thyme.Who cares what games we choose?Little to win, but nothing to lose.Incense and peppermints, meaningless nouns.Turn on, tune in, turn your eyes around.Look at yourself, look at yourself,Yeah, yeah.Look at yourself, look at yourself,Yeah, yeah,Yeah, yeah.To divide the cockeyed world in two.Throw your pride to one side, It's the least you can do.Beatniks and politics, nothing is new.A yardstick for lunatics, one point of view.Who cares what games we choose?Little to win, but nothing to lose. Good sense, innocence, crippled and kind.Dead kings and many things I can't define.Oh Cajun spice, sweats and blushers your mind.Incense and peppermints, the color of thyme.Who cares what games we choose?Little to win, but nothing to lose.Incense, peppermints, incense, peppermints.Sha-la-la, sha-la-la....

1960s Counter Culture Music