If only I’d been around in 1969, and hanging out in upstate New York.
Hard to believe that the best we can do today is Westlife.
Well, that’s not fair. I like these lyrics from ‘Think Twice’ the song put together by a group of New Zealand musicans following recent violence in South Auckland:
Creeping around, reaping hell
Like the only consequence is that clink of the cell
But feeding the mouths of those speaking aloud
Of tightening your freedoms and your rights on the Right-wingThey’ve singled them out and they can’t think for themselves
They play into the hands of the extreme
Living clichés; bringing calls for a Police State
