Atlantic City, NJ, Oct. 3, 1972

And the game goes on and on

By Vladimir Huber

I played «hippie» perhaps for too long
Maybe I needed it then, not now
It was enough to look cool
It wasn’t necessary to do something cool
I just had to look
and of course, make the peace sign

I started to wonder
If I don’t have peace within
how can I go around offering
something that I don’t even know?
I stopped offering but it didn’t help much
I wasn’t fake anymore, but that was all
Peace had to come

Staring through a window
I wait for Peace to come
Sitting down with a group of friends
and being cool in an illegal way
we wait for Peace to come
Playing big boy, mean boy, tough boy
we throw beer cans and just take
while we wait for Peace to come

The door, somebody knocking
The window, somebody staring back
The atmosphere, the smoke of illusion
Myself and Maya tangled without a horizon
awaiting for our moves
‘cause with Maya you don’t move