EVE OF DESTRUCTION? OR EVE OF ASCENSION?
In 1965 folk-rock singer Barry McGuire sat down to record a generational wake up call by P.F. Sloan. "Eve of Destruction," with its apocalyptic warnings and searing imagery, seemed too radical to get airplay, so he only cut a rough demo. The demo caught fire and became a #1 hit. Sad to say, it seems more relevant than ever. Yet I believe we could be on the brink of radical transformation, healing, and restoration - what some are calling the Ascension. Listen to the power of the original...
- and then, if you will, let these new words written today sink in:
ADAPTED LYRICS of Eve of Destruction by Michael Henry Dunn. Original music and lyrics by P.F. Sloan:
EVE OF ASCENSION
This beautiful world, it is explodin’ Ice caps melting, and bullets loadin’ They’re telling you to shoot instead of votin’ Ya say thou shalt not kill, but what’s that gun you’re totin’? And even the Mississippi 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 Ascension.
Don’t you understand what I’m trying to say? Can’t we release the fears that we’re feelin’ today? If I look in the mirror, I’ll be seeing your face, If I call you a demon, it’s only me I disgrace, Take a look at your heart, boy It’s bound to save you, boy
And you tell me over and over and over again my friend, Ah, you don’t believe we’re on the Eve of Ascension
Yeah, my blood’s on fire Feels like angels are flamin’ The dark and the light Are finally separatin’ I can’t sleep at night My soul is elevatin’ The galaxy’s blasting A holy conflagration And elections alone Don’t bring transformation There’s a trigger in the heart to fire a new creation that every mother’s child is anticipatin’
And you tell me over and over and over again my friend, Ah, you don't believe we're on the Eve of Ascension.
Think of all the love there is inside ya! Then take a look around at how they try to divide ya! There’s a man on the ground just tryin’ to breathe And a child on the run just tryin’ to flee We were all born from love And they’re filling us with hate But we can bury the past without a trace Cause now our long sad story is rising to Grace
And you tell me over and over and over and over again my friend, You don't believe we're on the Eve of Ascension No, no, you don't believe we're on the Eve of Ascension.