The Yardbirds-Shapes of things

[forrest]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HTO7WVxjz3A

Shapes of things before my eyes,
Just teach me to despise.
Will time make men more wise?
Here within my lonely frame,
My eyes just hurt my brain.
But will it seem the same?

Come tomorrow, will I be older?
Come tomorrow, may be a soldier.
Come tomorrow, may I be bolder than today?

Now the trees are almost green.
But will they still be seen?
When time and tide have been.
Fall into your passing hands.
Please don't destroy these lands.
Don't make them desert sands.

Chorus, Lead.

Soon I hope that I will find,
Thoughts deep within my mind.
That won't disgrace my kind.

[Gary Blanchard]

That is such a great song. The Yardbirds were quite a group, especially when you realize the guitarists that spent time with group. I remember Clapton and Beck were there and there was a third guitar god, but I can't remember which one. Wonderful days.