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EVE OF DESTRUCTION

JESUS OLDMAN

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I've been channeling P.F. Sloan, who wrote this. And produced the original version by Barry McGuire. Flip (PF Sloan) helped me make this version as well. It was a trip.
eve of destruction p f sloan steve barri original producers channeled flip thank you barry mc guire
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I am Jesus Oldman. For whatever reason, I have begun to consider my mortality. Therefore. I am leaving my life's work to SoundClick. All purchases go to Them!
CATS MAKE GREAT PIZZA. See Video. Hi World. I Am JESUS OLDMAN. Now considering my mortality, I am leaving my music, to SoundClick. Entrusting them to keep it alive, even after I am gone. Any money it will make, will go to SoundClick, not to me. Because I did it for Love, I did it for God. And I Trust SoundClick, to Keep This Alive For You All. -JO
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Genre
Beats • Beats General
Charts
Peak #18
Peak in subgenre #2
Author
P.F. Sloan
Rights
Copyright 1965 - P.F. Sloan
Uploaded
December 06, 2022
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MP3 11.2 MB • 320 kbps • 4:54
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WAV 49.5 MB
Story behind the song
I've been channeling P.F. Sloan, who wrote this. And produced the original version by Barry McGuire. Flip (PF Sloan) helped me make this version as well. It was a trip. Special Thanks to Greg Max Gilford, for introducing us. Also big thanks, to Barry McGuire, for making the original version, which even now is still the definitive version. I just hope Flip and I did it justice. We hope. Very extensive and focused recording sessions to make this. Do not doubt it!
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EVE OF DESTRUCTION The Eastern world, it is explodin' Violence flarin', bullets loadin' You're old enough to die 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 How you don't believe We're on the eve of destruction Don't you understand what I'm trying to say Can't you feel the fears I'm feeling 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 you boy, it's bound to scare you, boy And you tell me Over and over and over again, my friend How you don't believe We're on the eve of destruction Yeah, my blood's so mad, feels like coagulatin' I'm sittin' 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 How you don't believe We're on the eve of destruction And think of all the hate there is in Red China Then take a look around to Selma, Alabama Ah, you may leave here for four 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 you tell me Over and over and over and over again, my friend You don't believe we're on the eve of destruction Oh, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction Oh... Copyright 1965 - P.F. Sloan
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