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Cat's foot, iron claw
Neuro-surgeons scream for more
At paranoia's poison door
Twenty-first century schizoid man
Thirty years ago, Greg Lake's distorted voice proclaimed the apocalypse to a drugged world sweetly plunged into the immensity of psychedelia. It is well known that the sick get better just before they die. The incredible artistic boom in the late 1960s and early 1970s was the beginning of the end. This is the end, beautiful friend - sang Jim Morrison, and eagerly followed in the footsteps of Janis Joplin and Jimi Hendrix. Less than ten autumns later, those words were accompanied by a widescreen napalm explosion in the Vietnamese jungle (Apocalypse Now, directed by Francis Ford Coppola), the agony of the world had begun.
