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This song is dedicated to the memory of Glen Audibert, who died when we were both only 19.
I had met Glen a year and a half before. The connection was instantaneous, and borderline clairvoyant.
We hitch-hiked from Phoenix, Arizona to California and spent the summer of 70 there. We had an exceptionally amazing time at a very special place in Big Sur. We thumbed back to Phoenix after that.
A few months later we went to Boulder, Colorado with some friends, and had many illegal(!) adventures. After that we visited my mother in Colorado Springs. We bought a beat-up old Chevy while we were there.
It was winter and a huge winter-storm hit Colorado. Oblivious to the danger, Glen and I drove south in a blizzard, on four VERY bald tires. It was so weird because all the way from the Springs to Flagstaff, Arizona we kept seeing wrecked cars, trucks, four-wheel drives, and vehicles with chains on the tires strewn along the roadside and in ditches, but we never had a problem!
Once back in Phoenix, we decided to deal drugs, and traded our old Chevy to some speed freaks for $200 of crystal meth. But, geniuses that we were, we shot up all of the speed over the ensuing week. Then, burned out and broke, we decided that Glenn would return to Connecticut for awhile and I would go back to Colorado. We had one last big bash with friends, said our goodbyes and returned to our respective homes.
After several months of recuperating, Glen contacted me and invited me to fly out and stay with him. He had many friends there and all were anxious to meet the mad Mr. Wark. I was almost engaged to be married by then, and asked him to give me a couple days to think about it.
The tie between us was so strong that I couldn’t resist. So the next night I took my girlfriend out for dinner, and told her I was going to be leaving for awhile. Although she took it rather hard, it went rather well and we stayed and enjoyed our meal. Suddenly---about 8:00 PM---I began to shake and cry uncontrollably, and could not figure out why. Finally, it passed. After I got home I called Glen up to give him my decision. His father answered the phone, and told me that Glen had been killed in an auto accident around 8:00 PM...
There’s plenty more, but it can’t be told here.
Anyway, we were young and very foolish, but except for my wife Diana, I’ve never had a closer friend. I still miss him terribly.
Hope you can enjoy this little slice of my hippie past.
PLEASE NOTE! There are several glitches with the guitars and one with the doubled vox at the end. I have corrected these on the master. If anyone would like to have a copy of the corrected MP3, just send me a private note and I'll send one.
Be well all!
I had met Glen a year and a half before. The connection was instantaneous, and borderline clairvoyant.
We hitch-hiked from Phoenix, Arizona to California and spent the summer of 70 there. We had an exceptionally amazing time at a very special place in Big Sur. We thumbed back to Phoenix after that.
A few months later we went to Boulder, Colorado with some friends, and had many illegal(!) adventures. After that we visited my mother in Colorado Springs. We bought a beat-up old Chevy while we were there.
It was winter and a huge winter-storm hit Colorado. Oblivious to the danger, Glen and I drove south in a blizzard, on four VERY bald tires. It was so weird because all the way from the Springs to Flagstaff, Arizona we kept seeing wrecked cars, trucks, four-wheel drives, and vehicles with chains on the tires strewn along the roadside and in ditches, but we never had a problem!
Once back in Phoenix, we decided to deal drugs, and traded our old Chevy to some speed freaks for $200 of crystal meth. But, geniuses that we were, we shot up all of the speed over the ensuing week. Then, burned out and broke, we decided that Glenn would return to Connecticut for awhile and I would go back to Colorado. We had one last big bash with friends, said our goodbyes and returned to our respective homes.
After several months of recuperating, Glen contacted me and invited me to fly out and stay with him. He had many friends there and all were anxious to meet the mad Mr. Wark. I was almost engaged to be married by then, and asked him to give me a couple days to think about it.
The tie between us was so strong that I couldn’t resist. So the next night I took my girlfriend out for dinner, and told her I was going to be leaving for awhile. Although she took it rather hard, it went rather well and we stayed and enjoyed our meal. Suddenly---about 8:00 PM---I began to shake and cry uncontrollably, and could not figure out why. Finally, it passed. After I got home I called Glen up to give him my decision. His father answered the phone, and told me that Glen had been killed in an auto accident around 8:00 PM...
There’s plenty more, but it can’t be told here.
Anyway, we were young and very foolish, but except for my wife Diana, I’ve never had a closer friend. I still miss him terribly.
Hope you can enjoy this little slice of my hippie past.
PLEASE NOTE! There are several glitches with the guitars and one with the doubled vox at the end. I have corrected these on the master. If anyone would like to have a copy of the corrected MP3, just send me a private note and I'll send one.
Be well all!
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Lyrics
LESS THAN INVINCIBLE
I.
He hitch-hiked from Connecticut,
with two of his friends;
in search of adventure,
like many young men.
I met him down in Phoenix,
at a love-in event;
and I knew right away,
we’d soon be best of friends.
II.
His buddies they pressed on,
but Glen, he chose to stay.
He was all that I had,
since my folks had moved away.
Closer than brothers.
We faced the unknown,
and left everything we knew,
for that long and dusty road.
1st Chorus:
T’was the summer of 1970.
We were young, and we were free.
And the road stretched out before us,
as far as we could see.
So we smoked us a joint,
and we drank us some wine.
We were less than invincible,
but doin’ just fine!
Yeah...
III.
We thumbed our way westward,
out to the Pacific coast.
Hitched up and down the highway,
but never did feel lost.
We slept on the beaches;
and pan-handled for change.
We partied with friends,
but never knew their names.
IV.
Well the wine, it flowed so freely,
on those acid-spiked nights.
We were fearless
in all we said and did.
The Aurora Borealis
was never so pretty,
as the lights
that were dancing,
...dancing in our heads.
2nd Chorus:
It was the summer of 1970.
We were young, and we were free.
And the road stretched out before us,
as far as we could see.
So we smoked us a joint,
and we drank us some wine.
We were less than invincible,
but feelin’ alright!
Hey hey...
V.
We did Big Sur together;
caught a glimpse of Paradise.
Thumbed up to Colorado.
Looked around, and bought a ride.
Drove southward in a blizzard,
on four slick balding tires.
Seemed nothing could ever harm us,
though we were right down to the wire.
VI.
In Phoenix once again,
we concocted us a plan.
We would sell crystal meth;
“make all the money that we can.”
We traded our old car,
for two-hundred bucks of dope;
but our plan went straight to hell,
when we shot all of it up!
Ugh!
3rd Chorus:
It was the early 1970’s.
We were young, and we were free.
And the road stretched out before us,
as far as we could see.
So we smoked us a joint,
and we drank us some wine.
We were less than invincible,
...feeling empty inside.
Oooh...la la la la.
Oooh...la la la la.
Oooh...la la la la la...
Hey hey...
VII.
Burned out and road weary,
we needed us a break.
Glen returned home to
visit family and friends.
I thumbed back to Colorado,
to see my mother once again;
and to plot
our next great adventure.
VIII.
I called him up one evening.
I’d decided I would fly,
out there to Connecticut,
and stay with him awhile.
His dad answered the phone,
and told me Glenn had just died...
I was less than invincible,
so I broke down and cried.
4th Chorus:
We were two kindred spirits.
We were young, and we were free;
and the road it seemed so endless,
for Glen and for me.
We were brothers in arms,
and partners in crime.
We were less than invincible,
and we’d run out of time.
5th Chorus:
It’s true what they said.
People thought us both quite mad.
But he was the very best friend,
that I had ever had.
And I loved him like a brother,
till that fateful day.
When, less than invincible,
---he faded away.
Hey hey...
I.
He hitch-hiked from Connecticut,
with two of his friends;
in search of adventure,
like many young men.
I met him down in Phoenix,
at a love-in event;
and I knew right away,
we’d soon be best of friends.
II.
His buddies they pressed on,
but Glen, he chose to stay.
He was all that I had,
since my folks had moved away.
Closer than brothers.
We faced the unknown,
and left everything we knew,
for that long and dusty road.
1st Chorus:
T’was the summer of 1970.
We were young, and we were free.
And the road stretched out before us,
as far as we could see.
So we smoked us a joint,
and we drank us some wine.
We were less than invincible,
but doin’ just fine!
Yeah...
III.
We thumbed our way westward,
out to the Pacific coast.
Hitched up and down the highway,
but never did feel lost.
We slept on the beaches;
and pan-handled for change.
We partied with friends,
but never knew their names.
IV.
Well the wine, it flowed so freely,
on those acid-spiked nights.
We were fearless
in all we said and did.
The Aurora Borealis
was never so pretty,
as the lights
that were dancing,
...dancing in our heads.
2nd Chorus:
It was the summer of 1970.
We were young, and we were free.
And the road stretched out before us,
as far as we could see.
So we smoked us a joint,
and we drank us some wine.
We were less than invincible,
but feelin’ alright!
Hey hey...
V.
We did Big Sur together;
caught a glimpse of Paradise.
Thumbed up to Colorado.
Looked around, and bought a ride.
Drove southward in a blizzard,
on four slick balding tires.
Seemed nothing could ever harm us,
though we were right down to the wire.
VI.
In Phoenix once again,
we concocted us a plan.
We would sell crystal meth;
“make all the money that we can.”
We traded our old car,
for two-hundred bucks of dope;
but our plan went straight to hell,
when we shot all of it up!
Ugh!
3rd Chorus:
It was the early 1970’s.
We were young, and we were free.
And the road stretched out before us,
as far as we could see.
So we smoked us a joint,
and we drank us some wine.
We were less than invincible,
...feeling empty inside.
Oooh...la la la la.
Oooh...la la la la.
Oooh...la la la la la...
Hey hey...
VII.
Burned out and road weary,
we needed us a break.
Glen returned home to
visit family and friends.
I thumbed back to Colorado,
to see my mother once again;
and to plot
our next great adventure.
VIII.
I called him up one evening.
I’d decided I would fly,
out there to Connecticut,
and stay with him awhile.
His dad answered the phone,
and told me Glenn had just died...
I was less than invincible,
so I broke down and cried.
4th Chorus:
We were two kindred spirits.
We were young, and we were free;
and the road it seemed so endless,
for Glen and for me.
We were brothers in arms,
and partners in crime.
We were less than invincible,
and we’d run out of time.
5th Chorus:
It’s true what they said.
People thought us both quite mad.
But he was the very best friend,
that I had ever had.
And I loved him like a brother,
till that fateful day.
When, less than invincible,
---he faded away.
Hey hey...
Char
All of life is a miracle. This is a brilliant tribute to life. Thanks.