I have always thought the lyrics to this song rather oddly conflate transforming social conflict into harmony (or warriors and pacifists getting along, or something like that) with soothing one’s pining heart via self-indulgent infidelity. If the person whom you (supposedly) love isn’t within arm’s reach, screw the nearest cute chick who looks bored. That’s great, Steve. You are a very wise man.
I like the way the song sounds, though. Nice Hammond organ.
Blasphemy! Steven Stills was another great, if confused, songwriter, who would be upstaged by Aretha’s own versions of his songs. Pick up her “Live at the Fillmore West” to see her show those hippies how their songs should’ve been played.
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I have always thought the lyrics to this song rather oddly conflate transforming social conflict into harmony (or warriors and pacifists getting along, or something like that) with soothing one’s pining heart via self-indulgent infidelity. If the person whom you (supposedly) love isn’t within arm’s reach, screw the nearest cute chick who looks bored. That’s great, Steve. You are a very wise man.
I like the way the song sounds, though. Nice Hammond organ.
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Blasphemy! Steven Stills was another great, if confused, songwriter, who would be upstaged by Aretha’s own versions of his songs. Pick up her “Live at the Fillmore West” to see her show those hippies how their songs should’ve been played.
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