“Ah, you may leave here for four days in space,
But when you return it’s the same ol’ place,
The poundin’ of the drums, the pride an’ disgrace.
You can bury your dead, but don’t leave a trace.
Hate your next-door neighbor, but don’t forget to say grace.
P.F. Sloan, Eve of Destruction
My friend Steve posted this video on Facebook. It’s the song as originally recorded by Barry McGuire in 1965 but with updated imagery showing that not a whole hell of a lot has changed since then.
It seems appropriate to post this on the eve of the supposed end of the world. Call it whatever you want — The Rapture, Doomsday, the End of Days, Judgment Day, the Apocalypse… Personally, I’m going to call it Saturday. I’m going to do some yoga, mow my lawn, maybe a little landscaping and spend time with my grandchildren.
Harold Camping, the televangelist who’s predicted the end of the world before may be wrong again but even if he’s not, I won’t waste my time worrying about it. I’ll just accept it and move on. And if the world doesn’t end, the time won’t have been wasted and I won’t feel embarrassed.
Song: Eve Of Destruction
Artist: Barry McGuire
Album: Eve Of Destruction
This song was originally recorded by The Turtles but they didn’t release as a single until 1970 when it reached #100. McGuire’s version hit #1. As 1960s protest songs go, it’s still as relevant now as it was 46 years ago. There is still more than enough injustice, racism, fear, hate, war, suffering, ignorance, and intolerance to go around.