Original 1969
We starve, look at one another, short of breath
Walking proudly in our winter coats
Wearing smells from laboratories
Facing a dying nation of moving paper fantasy
Listening for the new told lies
With supreme visions of lonely tunes
Broadway 2009
Somewhere, inside something there is a rush of
Greatness, who knows what stands in front of
Our lives, I fashion my future on films in space
Silence tells me secretly
Everything
Everything
Manchester, England, England
Manchester, England, England
Across the Atlantic Sea
And I'm a genius, genius
I believe in God
And I believe that God believes in Claude
That's me, that's me, that's me
Movie version - Treat Williams
We starve, look at one another, short of breath
Walking proudly in our winter coats
Wearing smells from laboratories
Facing a dying nation of moving paper fantasy
Listening for the new told lies
With supreme visions of lonely tunes
Singing our space songs on a spider web sitar
Life is around you and in you
Answer for Timothy Leary, dearie
Cast on Letterman show
Let the sunshine, let the sunshine in
The sunshine in
Let the sunshine, let the sunshine in
The sunshine in
Let the sunshine, let the sunshine in
The sunshine in
Let the sunshine, let the sunshine in
The sunshine in
Let the sunshine, let the sunshine in
The sunshine in
Let the sunshine, let the sunshine in
The sunshine in
Let the sunshine, let the sunshine in
The sunshine in
Let the sunshine, let the sunshine in
The sunshine in
Let the sunshine, let the sunshine in
The sunshine in
Born in 1964, I am truly a child of the 60s.
Yet, I remember as a high school teenager seeing the movie version of Hair. Treat Williams danced on the table. Of course, it wasn’t the same as the Broadway original. But it moved me.
Later came the Broadway revival. I remember dancing on the stage in New York. It was 2008, and author James Rado was on stage — wearing his Obama Yes We Can t-shirt.
Tonight, filled with despair and fear, I played the music. It’s about being an American and coming to grips with the terrible injustices — and yet there is hope. In mourning their friend who dies in Vietnam, the Tribe takes their rage and hearts to the top of their lungs and belt out: Let the Sun Shine In. And all who watch are moved and join in. I played this. Different versions. A half century.
This music moves me still. Thank you. We’re in this together.