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Number-One-Classix Of All Time:
Heute Barry McGuire - Eve of destruction

Es ist ein Protestsong. Vielleicht der Protestsong überhaupt. Jeder, der Barry McGuires phänomenal rauchigen Stimme zuhört, gerät unmittelbar in ihren Bann. Der Song thematisiert facettenreich die Missstände in den USA des Jahres 1965. Es ist das Zeitalter des Kalten Krieges, der schonungslos die amerikanische Gesellschaft durchdringt. Ob Vietnamkrieg, Rassendiskriminierung oder heuchlerische Doppelmoral: McGuire trifft den Nerv seiner Zeit. Zornig, verzweifelt rechnet er ab. Ein Gesellschaftsportrait, in dem die von ihm verbreitete Endzeitstimmung auch heute, mehr als 40 Jahre später, nicht an Aktualität einbüßt. Schließlich sind Kriege und Diskriminierungen weiterhin Bestandteil in allen Gesellschaftssystemen der Welt.





The eastern world, it is exploding 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 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 tryin' to say Can't you feel the fears 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 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 sitting 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 Then take a look around to Selma, Alabama You may leave here for 4 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.