Artie Kornfeld, una luz en el camino.

Esta es la página de Artie Kornfeld. Fue el fundador del Festival de Woodstock, y muchas cosas más. Artie sigue en la brecha, fiel a sus creencias, lo ha dado todo por ellas Y NUNCA SE HA BAJADO DEL AUTOBUS¡¡¡
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On my way....

Just writing the sad song...just drinking my last bourbon...just thinking in you


Wherever, yesterday, your tender endearment
Brought me the sweet graze of ambrosia,
Blistered traces and rotten pustules became today
And your sincere lover, more rubbish on the pavement

Once we were the brightest stars of the Sunday parade
Main Street whole looking astonished at you and me.
Now my ass on the sidewalk with a guitar to be played
On a freezing grimy throne for the king of misery

Their charity throw dimes in my beggars cups
Steady chords sounding like escaping thieves
For each and every chimes clink, sooner is the wine
Good for my welfare asylum hard dirty bed.

Wise advices did I read in and old Baroque play
That life is a dream, and dreams are dreams indeed
But I went blind while celebrating my success
And forgot where I do belong, just a country kid.