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Happy Mother's Day!

Here's a fun Mother's Day classic from Arlo Guthrie. The young man who jumps out on stage in leather and chains with a heavy metal guitar solo is Abe Guthrie, Arlo's son, who still tours with his dad.

Note that the kids who'd have sung this "lament" of teenage angst at their hippie parents would now be in their mid-late 40's, having raised rebellious kids of their own...

And here's to all mothers today, both those who raised us and those who taught us, mentored us, and showed us the way.

http://youtu.be/OWvAocLDXvs

HT: Rising Son Records

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Hard to understand the lyrics. Here they are. I'm sure they resonate with the GenXers. 

Mom's just a throw-back to the sixties generation
All that junk like peace and love is just an aggravation
Ain't got no use for transcendental meditation
Mom, your universal love is such a drag

Well, Mom said, "Dad, he might've been a Virgo
Or a head shop owner, or two freaks from San Francisco
A washed out surfer with his body golden tanned
Or some lead singer in a psychedelic band"

Feeding me granola and other flakey stuff
You told me meat was hostile, but I just can't get enough
Being vegetarian just ain't quite my scene
There's only so much you can do with soy beans
Mom, your universal love is such a drag

Mom keeps telling me about her days at Woodstock
Half a million space-balls and all of them with their feet stuck
Freaking out on acid and what Bob Dylan says
I think she's tryin' to turn me into Joan Baez

Oh Mom, can't you tell me where your head's at?
I'm sick to death of hearing about
Where you saw the Grateful Deads at
Oh Mom, don't you know this is the eighties?
Oh Mom, can't you relate to what the date is?

Mom's just a throw-back to the sixties generation
All that junk like peace and love is just an aggravation
Ain't got no use for transcendental meditation
Mom, your universal love is such a drag