Once you were a soldier and you walked with your head held high,continue...
You knew the secrets that would expose the universal lie,
In one hand was your guitar, and in the other a flower,
You looked so beautiful as you challenged the prophets of power,
They called you a fool and burnt your songs,
I didn't comment on Caferati. The title led me to think it was about war. But no, it's about no-return streets of drugs.
I read it, enjoyed it. I didn't want to say anything. Some of it is beyond cavil, and there are also some well-worn phrases. But it's hard sometimes to come up with a balanced comment - something that gives due praise and also criticize whatever could be better. One or the other side usually overwhelms and makes it seem like either you didn't like it, or that you liked it entirely.
