'Summer of Love: Art of the Psychedelic Era ' the Whitney Museum's 40th-anniversary trip down counterculture memory lane provides moments of buzzy fun but it'll leave you only comfortably numb. For starters it may be the whitest straightest most conservative show seen in a New York museum since psychedelia was new.
But with exquisite breathing you smile with satisfaction of love And I touch you again as you tick in the silence and settle in sleep.
In junior high school I was an object of pure ridicule for my dress...
My friends and family especially my mom and dad are always saying I should...
When Fortune smiles I smile to think how quickly she will frown.
We ought to be beating our chests every day. We ought to look in the mirror...
Ascetics and fakirs come to mitigate human suffering to heal us and lead us...
Oh the ignorance of us upon whom Providence did not sufficiently smile to...
When you consider all the stars I have managed mere submarines make me smile.