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Robert Lindner
Eagles, Byrds, the Doors, and California
Bald eagles flew into
Human symbolism long before they flew
As symbols of our land.
And eagles still fly and
The Eagles were a band
And in the seventies they were new.
But the real birds of prey,
They soar in our skies and along their way
They found new meaning in
The symbol to begin
Our nation which has been
Symbolic of eagle’s strength since that day.
They are bald eagles, but
Golden eagles also fly and do what
Eagles do. In the golden
State, both will fly again
And like, I was there, when
Byrds were singing and the Doors weren’t shut.
When the Byrds first began
Their folk-rock style. “Mister Tambourine Man”
Was their first hit single,
Cause they did their thing well.
And it was a “jingle
Jangle morning,” and I became a fan
When I heard it. I knew
Dylan’s version, but the Byrds brought rock to
His folk song. And you could
Dance to the Byrds which would
Make the Byrd’s version good
For the sixties, when we were learning new
Dances, which torched dance floors,
As we danced to “Light My Fire” by the Doors.
And in the “lovely place”
Where “such a lovely face”
Was found in time and space
In California, where there were wine pours
In Napa-Sonoma
And there at the Hotel California
The song the Eagles sing.
But eagles are flying
And where they’re on the wing,
They soar in our thoughts, as phenomena
Of nature to admire
And as symbols of the strength we aspire
To, symbols of our land
That we can understand.
And Eagles were a band,
Where Byrds sang and the Doors would “Light my fire.”
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