Song Description
A Tribute to Stephen Stills, & all the 60's Folkies who migrated from Greenwich Village NY to The Sunset Strip LA after the Bristish Invasion
| Song Length |
2:27 |
Genre |
Country - Rock, Country - General |
| Tempo |
Fast (151 - 170) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Restless, Distressed |
Subject |
History, Past, Frustration |
| Similar Artists |
The Byrds, The Traveling Wilburys |
Language |
English |
| Era |
1970 - 1979 |
| |
Lyrics
c 2005 Mike T. Marino
Twenty too Late
I was always on time
Just a little outta? step
But I knew good stuff when I heard it
I?d been listenin? real hard
While dreamin? on the farm
To every Folk to Rock cat converted
But born in sixty two
I?d already missed the bus
Headed West for the California sun
From the Village to the Strip
Would?ve loved to made the trip
It could?ve been a whole lotta? fun!
CHORUS:
Summer sixty five was the date
It must have been a twist of bad fate
I could pen a good line
And keep a solid time
But I was twenty years too late!
Yea twenty too late!
So I pushed myself along
Wasn?t doin? nothin? wrong
Just tryin? to keep my head on straight
?Flyin? on the ground?
Still searchin? for my sound
A dreamer just a touch outta? date
?Cause it just ain?t the same
As Topanga in the rain
Exchangin? lines at the Troubadour
Rockin? at the Whisky
Getting? high, real & risky
They don?t do it like that anymore!
REPEAT CHORUS
It was the blending of the voices
Deep in Laurel Canyon
A new magic form of Rock n Roll
God knows we all deserved it
Though folks thought we were perverted
Music saved all our tortured souls!
REPEAT CHORUS