From: Rafal Smigrodzki (rafal@smigrodzki.org)
Date: Sat Apr 19 2003 - 09:34:33 MDT
Spike, this song brought tears of happiness to my eyes (made me laugh, too).
Bravo!
Rafal
----- Original Message -----
From: "spike66" <spike66@attbi.com>
To: <extropians@extropy.org>
Sent: Saturday, April 19, 2003 2:45 AM
Subject: eve of construction
> 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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