Paranoia strikes deep
Into your life it will creep
It starts when you’re always afraid
You step out of line, the man come and take you awayWe better stop, hey, what’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going down
Stop, hey, what’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going down
Those words from the song For What It’s Worth were supposedly penned by Stephen Stills. I say supposedly because authorship of rock songs is like fatherhood, always subject to doubt. The song, said to be the “anthem” of the 1960s, was, according to Dave McGowan (fake death 11/22/15), in his book Weird Scenes Inside the Canyon, written about kids protesting closure of a night club. Says McGowan (page 161):
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I subscribe to a magazine called “Consumer Reports.” It is basically a car and truck magazine, but they have also collected enough wealth and prestige to offer advice on everything from toasters to mattresses. If their dietary advice is any example, they should be ignored, their magazine taking the place of the Sears Roebuck catalog in outhouses of the 19th century.