Eve of Destruction

Jeg har fra tid til annen presentert en sangtekst her i dennne bloggen. Alle tekstene jeg har presentert er blant mine favoritter når det gjelder musikk.. I dag har jeg tenkt å vise til en sang fra så langt tilbake som i året 1965.

1965 var en høydetid for protestsanger, protestsanger mot Vietnam-krigen. Min favoritt fra den tiden er ikke Janis Joplin (som mange har som favoritt), men Barry McGuire med låta Eve of Destruction. Eve of Destruction ble ikke skrevet av Barry McGuire den ble skrevet av Schreib"r Sloan, men det var Barry McGuire som udødeliggjorde den.

Her er teksten:

The eastern world it tis explodin',
violence flarin', bullets loadin',
you're old enough to kill but not for votin',
you don't believe in war, what's that gun you're totin',
and even the Jordan river has bodies floatin',
but you tell me over and over and over again my friend,
ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.

Don't you understand, what I'm trying to say?
Can't you see the fear that I'm feeling today?
If the button is pushed, there's no running away,
There'll be no one to save with the world in a grave,
take a look around you, boy, it's bound to scare you, boy,
but you tell me over and over and over again my friend,
ah, 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.

Think of all the hate there is in Red China!
Tehn take a look around to Selma, Alabama!
Ah, you may leave here, for four days in space,
but when you return, it's the same old place,
the poundin' of the drums, th pride and disgrace,
you can bury your dead, but don't leave a trace,
hate your next-door-neighbour, but don't forget to say grace,
and you tell me over and over and over and over again my friend,
ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.

Til å være en 41 år gammel låt så er teksten skremmende aktuell selv i dag. Hvis noen vil ha sangen så sender jeg den gjerne, bare mail meg på minmening@netscape.net

Det er lov å dele med venner :O)

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