NRPLUS MEMBER ARTICLE I f you can remember the 1960s, goes that quote with many authors, you really weren’t there. I was about six when the Sixties properly got going and living somewhere where the last person to truly swing had botched a rebellion against a Tudor. So sadly, I remember those Sixties pretty well, a distant party glimpsed mainly on the telly, colorful, whimsical, and saturated with bright, shiny music — coffee-flavored kisses at Clarksville station, love is all you need, gentle people with flowers in their hair.
What I never heard was this:
Cut mouth bleeding razor’s
Forgetting the pain
Antiseptic remains cool goodbye
So you fly