Claim to Fame
When the messiah went electric in ‘65
It was clear, only the hip would survive
The message, take no prisoners alive
The era of longhairs and guitars, had arrived
The times were the property of youth
Peace and love versus ugly truths
Nothing dared to be impossible
Just as sure as Marlon Brando
Was the post-World War II revolution
Wrapped up in one person
The prophets voice sang to us
The masters make the rules
Now is not the time
To hide your contempt for the fools
When it was the bible of the counterculture
When there was such a thing
I had my letter published
In Rolling Stone magazine
The sacred writings of the guidebook
Had run a cover story on Carlos Santana
In 1975, the artist released a new LP; Amigos
Hailed as a return to form
He was back at the top of the charts
After years of experimenting with jazz- funk fusion styles
My claim to fame?
Or was it all the laughter, love and friendship I gave?