The eastern world, it is explodin'.
Violence flarin', bullets loadin'.
You're old enough to kill, but not for votin'.
You don't believe in war, but what's that gun your totin'?
And even the Jordan River has bodies floatin'.
But ya tell me over and over and over again, my friend.
How you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.
Don't you understand what I'm tryin' to say?
And can't you feel the fears that I'm feelin' today?
If the button is pushed there's no runnin' away.
There'll be no-one to save with the world in a grave.
Take a look around ya boy, it's bound to scare ya boy.
And ya tell me over and over and over again, my friend.
How you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.
Yeah, my blood's so mad, feels like coagulatin'
I'm sittin' here, just contemplatin'
I can't twist the truth, it knows no regulation
Handful of Senators don't pass legislation
And marches alone can't bring integration
When human respect is disintegratin'
This whole crazy world is just too frustratin'
And you tell me over and over and over again my friend
Ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction
But think of all the hate there is in Red China.
Then take a look around to Selma, Alabama.
You may leave here for four days in space.
But when you return it's the same old place.
The poundin' of the drums, the pride and disgrace.
You can bury your dead, but don't leave a trace.
Hate your next door neighbor, but don't forget to say grace.
And tell me over and over and over and over again, my friend.
You don't believe, we're on the eve of destruction.
Ah, no no, you don't believe, we're on the eve of destruction.
Those are the lyrics of a song called "Eve of Destruction". It was written by a songwriter named P.F. Sloan in 1965.
60 years ago.
This was a powerful song that was very much a product of it's time. Social injustice, civil rights marches, the Kennedy and King assassinations, political instability and the existential fear of mutually assured nuclear annihilation.
Man, good thing we've moved past all that.
Oh ... wait ...
Violence flarin', bullets loadin'.
You're old enough to kill, but not for votin'.
You don't believe in war, but what's that gun your totin'?
And even the Jordan River has bodies floatin'.
But ya tell me over and over and over again, my friend.
How you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.
Don't you understand what I'm tryin' to say?
And can't you feel the fears that I'm feelin' today?
If the button is pushed there's no runnin' away.
There'll be no-one to save with the world in a grave.
Take a look around ya boy, it's bound to scare ya boy.
And ya tell me over and over and over again, my friend.
How you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.
Yeah, my blood's so mad, feels like coagulatin'
I'm sittin' here, just contemplatin'
I can't twist the truth, it knows no regulation
Handful of Senators don't pass legislation
And marches alone can't bring integration
When human respect is disintegratin'
This whole crazy world is just too frustratin'
And you tell me over and over and over again my friend
Ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction
But think of all the hate there is in Red China.
Then take a look around to Selma, Alabama.
You may leave here for four days in space.
But when you return it's the same old place.
The poundin' of the drums, the pride and disgrace.
You can bury your dead, but don't leave a trace.
Hate your next door neighbor, but don't forget to say grace.
And tell me over and over and over and over again, my friend.
You don't believe, we're on the eve of destruction.
Ah, no no, you don't believe, we're on the eve of destruction.
Those are the lyrics of a song called "Eve of Destruction". It was written by a songwriter named P.F. Sloan in 1965.
60 years ago.
This was a powerful song that was very much a product of it's time. Social injustice, civil rights marches, the Kennedy and King assassinations, political instability and the existential fear of mutually assured nuclear annihilation.
Man, good thing we've moved past all that.
Oh ... wait ...
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