Since ApplestockNation.com went live, I've been inundated with requests for more info on "Toad Without No Wings." One day soon, it will be an audio link on ApplestockNation.com, but for now, friends, try to make do with the lyrics alone.

I don't apologize. Let the words stand or fall on their own. Just remember, this was 1966...roughly the same time frame wherein Barry McGuire put out "Eve of Destruc-shennn."

"My blood's so mad
Feels like coagulatin'
And I'm just sitting here
Contemplatin'. . ."

That's what was in the air.


Toad Without No Wings
(copyright 1966 by Ray Riffles)

Come on, all you
children of the
present,

Grow your hair and
smoke some weed to-
night.

The road ahead is
guarded by a
pheasant.

Pheasants ain't gonna
let you see the
light.

I'm a-goin' down the road
smellin' like a toad
smellin' like a toad without no
wings.

Gonna rest my weary load
squattin' in that road
smellin' like a toad without no
wings.

We...
are the future's
amphibians.

We could swim the
daaay we were
born.

In a previous
life we were prob'ly
Lybians.

Waitin' ten thousand
years to be
born.

I'm a-goin' down the road
smellin' like a toad
smellin' like a toad without no
wings.

Gonna rest my weary load
squattin' in that road
smellin' like a toad without no
wings.

America! Don't make us live a lie.
The truth is gonna make us (truth is gonna make us, truth is gonna make us)
High!!!!

I'm a-goin' down the road
smellin' like a toad
smellin' like a toad without no
wings

Gonna rest my weary load
squattin' in the road
smellin' like a toad without no
wings.

Note: usually there's a stunned silence at this point. It's okay...don't feel you have to say anything. Baba understands.

On the other hand, you may be (as many are) deeply affected, and wish to connect. If so, I'm here for you. . . BabaRay@excite.com

Click here for a "Toad" related excerpt from Applestock '66. . . .