Sweet gitar and keyboards SBR.
Freakin Les McCann in 1969, still resonates:
"The president he's got his war
Folks don't know just what it's for
Nobody gives us a rhyme or reason
Half of one doubt, they call it treason
We chicken feathers all, without one nut
Goddamit
Trying to make it real, compared to what?"
"You just need to go at that shit wide open, hang on, and own it." —Camp