Hung Up On A Dream [1968, Spy From Moscow Psych-Pop Collection]
Well, I remember yesterday Just drifting slowly through a crowded street With neon darkness shimmering through the haze A sea of faces rippling in the heat And through that namesless changing crowd A sweet vibration seemed to fill the air I stood astounded staring hard At men with flowers resting in their hair
A sweet confusion filled my mind Until I woke up only finding everything was just a dream A dream unusual of its kind That gave me peace and blew my mind And now I'm hung up on a dream
They spoke with soft persuading words About a living creed of gentle love And turned me on to sounds unheard And showed me strange and clouded sights above Which gently touched my aching mind And soothed the wanderings of my troubles mind Sometimes I think I'll never find Such purity and peace of mind there