I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In '77 and '69 revolution was in the air.
I was born too late, into a world that doesn't care.
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair.
When the head of state didn't play guitar,
And not everyone drove a car.
When music really mattered and when radio was king.
When accountants didn't have control
And the media couldn't buy your soul.
When computers were still scary
And we didn't know everything.
I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In '77 and '69 revolution was in the air.
I was born too late, into a world that doesn't care,
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair.


Logburner has been installed. There's nothing better than lying on the beanbag next the fire staring into the flames. Time to dream.

Am more hopeful. Hopeful of what? Just the future. Maybe not everything is so bad after all. There is light at the end of the tunnel- I just need to find the end of the tunnel. At least I'm not alone in my search for it.

I even found enough roses in my front garden to fill a vase with.