Some Kind of Freedom
Take this man of constant sorrow, with a passion to be Jesus
Fishing for apostles from the flotsam in Hyde Park
With a Kindly Yorkshire angel, head-to-foot in biker's leather
And an Aussie horse-race gambler on sabbatical from work
Are you listening, are you searching, are you open to conversing
Will a Buddhist meet a skeptic in communion dialectic
Feed your spirit in the café until dark
You with your bible, me with my band
Graffiti artist with a spray-can in his hand
Motor-bike hero and sex-symbol queen
We're all looking for some kind of freedom
See the kaftanned lotus-eater, arm in arm with a kibbutznik
And a pair of easy riders, hippy-trailing to Tibet
Taking time out from free loving to buy psychedelic posters
And rock music mind-expanding, synergistically with pot
Are you listening, are you searching, are you open to conversing
Will the moment existential trip into the transcendental
Feed your spirit, feel the pleasures newly met
You with your bible, me with my band
Graffiti artist with a spray-can in his hand
Motor-bike hero and sex-symbol queen
We're all looking for some kind of freedom
Hear an Arab agitator advocating racial violence
Next to US draft-card burners, trying to put an end to war
And a feminist fomenter, dungareed in stone-washed denim
Loudly criticising menfolk in the mode of Germaine Greer
Are you listening, are you searching, are you open to conversing
Will a pacifist protestor tangle with a Tory heckler
Feed your spirit, fight your battles evermore
You with your bible, me with my band
Graffiti artist with a spray-can in his hand
Motor-bike hero and sex-symbol queen
We're all looking for some kind of freedom
Some get high debating universal truth and reason
Others buzz on pleasure, risk, necessity and chance
While the power-fixers mix it with the politics of violence
And the message in the zeitgeist struggles bravely to make sense
Are you listening, are you searching, are you open to conversing
Philosophically speaking, will your mind be at the meeting
Feed your spirit, feel the rhythm, join the dance
You with your bible, me with my band
Graffiti artist with a spray-can in his hand
Motor-bike hero and sex-symbol queen
We're all looking for some kind of freedom
Are you looking for your kind of freedom
Fishing for apostles from the flotsam in Hyde Park
With a Kindly Yorkshire angel, head-to-foot in biker's leather
And an Aussie horse-race gambler on sabbatical from work
Are you listening, are you searching, are you open to conversing
Will a Buddhist meet a skeptic in communion dialectic
Feed your spirit in the café until dark
You with your bible, me with my band
Graffiti artist with a spray-can in his hand
Motor-bike hero and sex-symbol queen
We're all looking for some kind of freedom
See the kaftanned lotus-eater, arm in arm with a kibbutznik
And a pair of easy riders, hippy-trailing to Tibet
Taking time out from free loving to buy psychedelic posters
And rock music mind-expanding, synergistically with pot
Are you listening, are you searching, are you open to conversing
Will the moment existential trip into the transcendental
Feed your spirit, feel the pleasures newly met
You with your bible, me with my band
Graffiti artist with a spray-can in his hand
Motor-bike hero and sex-symbol queen
We're all looking for some kind of freedom
Hear an Arab agitator advocating racial violence
Next to US draft-card burners, trying to put an end to war
And a feminist fomenter, dungareed in stone-washed denim
Loudly criticising menfolk in the mode of Germaine Greer
Are you listening, are you searching, are you open to conversing
Will a pacifist protestor tangle with a Tory heckler
Feed your spirit, fight your battles evermore
You with your bible, me with my band
Graffiti artist with a spray-can in his hand
Motor-bike hero and sex-symbol queen
We're all looking for some kind of freedom
Some get high debating universal truth and reason
Others buzz on pleasure, risk, necessity and chance
While the power-fixers mix it with the politics of violence
And the message in the zeitgeist struggles bravely to make sense
Are you listening, are you searching, are you open to conversing
Philosophically speaking, will your mind be at the meeting
Feed your spirit, feel the rhythm, join the dance
You with your bible, me with my band
Graffiti artist with a spray-can in his hand
Motor-bike hero and sex-symbol queen
We're all looking for some kind of freedom
Are you looking for your kind of freedom
Credits
Writer(s): David Pierce
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