eve of construction

From: spike66 (spike66@attbi.com)
Date: Sat Apr 19 2003 - 00:45:42 MDT

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    I saw a PBS program on folk music, which was very good.
    A cat named Barry McGuire did a song called Eve of
    Destruction, which was kinda catchy but with a terribly
    negative outlook. Written nearly 40 years ago, it was
    about the middle east exploding, nuclear weapons dooming
    us all, basically about the whole world falling into a
    morass from which extrication is impossible. Well, I
    do not share that view. So I rewrote the words a bit
    to modernize the song. It has the same tune and meter
    as before, for those of you who know the 1964 version,
    and it goes like this, in the key of B:

    Eve of Construction

    The modern World
    It is explodin'
    Technology ragin'
    Our children codin'
    The tyrannized people
    Will soon be votin'
    You don't believe in tech
    But what's that computer you're totin'
    And pretty soon we'll have
    our brains uploadin'

    .

    But you tell me over, and over, and over again my friend
    Ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of construction

    .

    Don't you understand what I'm tryin' to say
    Can't you feel the optimism I'm feelin' today
    If Eliezer is right, there's no need runnin' away
    The Singularity will save
    We've dug our last grave
    When we knock out the aging gene
    It'll be the immortal scene

    .

    And you tell me over, and over, and over again my friend
    Ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of construction

    .

    The concept's so rad
    It's better than copulatin'
    I'm sittin' here, just contemplatin'
    I can't twist the truth
    It knows no regulation
    Handful of senators can't pass legislation
    Luddite marches alone can't bring frustration,
    When human respect is integratin'
    This future world
    Is just awaitin'

    .

    And you tell me over, and over, and over again my friend
    Ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of construction

    .

    And think of all the talent there is in Red China
    All the money to be made in Taxifornia
    Ah you may leave here for four months in space
    And when you return it's a different place
    Ragin' science and technology
    The pride of the human race,
    You can now freeze your dead with no tears on your face
    With nanotech coming, the future holds them a place.

    .

    But you tell me over, and over, and over, and over again my friend
    You don't believe we're on the eve of construction
    No, no, you don't believe we're on the eve of construction

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