'73: It Could Have Been Paradise

We lived in Pā'ia

Hippie central, I could hop to the beach

Sometimes we would hitchhike

Miles to school, school being a figure of speech

Where we sang (kahuli aku, kahuli mai)

We lived on a zendo

In the forest, silence for days on end

Caught up on my reading

Huckleberry Finn was my only friend

It could have been paradise

But for the horrible bugs

I could have gone to a real school

But for the murderous thugs

In the forest of paradise

We gathered magic mushrooms

But mostly I sat around

In rooms as quiet as tombs

It was heaven

My mother then took up with

A trumpeter, red beard and pork pie hat

Found a lyric of mine

He took it home and set music to that

To impress my mother

He stole my song. Better back off, mister

Fast forward two decades

Same thing happened but with Shakespeare's sister

Why should it be paradise?

That's just a place people go

It was home for a little while

But you can give me the snow

Give me the snow

My friend Shell was named for

A shell on the beach. She spoke pidgin English

Everyday I swam out

Onto the reef, catching exotic fish

It could have been paradise

With one good reason to stay

If it had been paradise

Guess we'd still be there today

Singing away