By Scott Mervis | Pittsburgh Post-Gazette – – Photo: Courtesy of War.

Somewhere in the pantheon of trippy songs of the late ’60s/early ’70s, you’ll find “Spill the Wine,” on which Eric Burdon talk-sings about falling asleep in a field of tall grass and dreaming of being in a Hollywood movie where he encounters a harem of women at the hall of mountain kings. To the scraping groove of the unspeakably funky War, it builds to a head-scratching chorus about spilling wine. That is the realest part of the story.

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