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