On Thu, 8 Mar 2007 11:48:50 -0600, "Leon"
wrote:


wrote in message
ups.com...



No wonder why Tom left the group for a while. Some inconsiderate
spammer decides to pretend he is the real Tom and posts nonsense like
this. It's slanderous and a lot of other things. If people look back
at all of Tom's posts during the years, they are thoughtful and, many
time, tongue-in-cheek. Never, ever has he used hateful language such
as is written here.


No, I believe this is the Real Tom, he occasionally does this and his
writing was easy to read. The other goof has difficulty with English.



Leon:

You and I are both old enough to remember this.

The interesting thing is that a song this old can be this current:



The Eastern world, it is explodin',
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'?

An' 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,
An' 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 you, boy, it's bound to scare you, boy.

An' 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 sittin' here just contemplatin'.
I can't twist the truth, it knows no regulation,
Handful of senators don't pass legislation,

An' marches alone can't bring integration
When human respect is disintegratin',
This whole crazy world is just too frustratin'.

An' 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.

Ah, you may leave here for four days in space,
But when you return it's the same ol' place,

The poundin' of the drums, the pride an' disgrace.
You can bury your dead, but don't leave a trace.
Hate your next-door neighbor, but don't forget to say grace,

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


Written for a different era.

Doesn't sound too out of date today.



(we are better than this. we must do better than this.)






Regards,

Tom Watson

tjwatson1ATcomcastDOTnet (real email)

http://home.comcast.net/~tjwatson1/