Eve of Destruction

Remix of Barry McGuire’s 1965 song written by P.F. Sloan

Though the world is on a high due to the Obama phenomenon, we need to slap ourselves back to the reality of the world around us. Eve of Destruction was written many years ago when we lived under the daily cloud of a pending nuclear holocaust and this remix attempts to reframe it to today’s current and impending dooms. I fear we as a global society are still in trauma from the Bush Shock Doctrine and are blinded in placing our hopes for a better day in a politician.

To get the beat and concept listen to the original song since i can’t sing for shit
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Eve of Destruction

The world it tis exploding,
Violence flaring, financial meltdown imploding,
Racism unsparing, class warfare unloading,
Humanity uncaring, foreclosures a’blowing,
Capitalists raping and profit sharing, politicians crowing;
This here civilization is old enough to know better, yet not willing for changing,
It proclaims peace through democracy, but what’s that imperialism this here state’s a totin’,
Even the New Orleans Delta has bodies a’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 we’re trying to say?
Can’t you see the fear that we’re feeling today?
Can’t you see the hate and greed that just won’t go away?
Can’t you see the injustice and immorality that is sold as a better way?
Can’t you see the people whose lives are destroyed because the system is corrupt in so many ways?
If you let this Imperialism continue to deploy then there’s no hope anyway,
If you let this Capitalism rape the poor and feed the rich then there’s no hope anyway,
There’ll be no one to save when the world is enslaved,
There’ll be no one to save when the world is 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 Politicians can’t vote beyond their capitulation,
Wall Street won’t look beyond its capitalization,
And marches alone can’t bring liberation,
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 the far Right bigots!
Then take a look around to New Orleans, LA or the Immigration Raids!
Ah, you may leave here, for four days in space,
But when your 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 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.