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2011-05-29

eve of destruction

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dear lisette

look at my bibi, isn't she so sweet, now?

i don't really like that, but i must explain to her. she deserves to know what is the world she has chosen to live in.
mum says i'm a big girl now, but i'm scared. i'd like to feel safe.
i can understand you're not very glad with your newborn daughter, but it's up to you now, you must tell her we're on the eve of destruction. and it's up to us to prevent.

oh lisette, i feel so sad. i'd like to be under the sea, in an octopus'garden in the shade.

hope to read you very soon.

xxx

yoko


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, 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,
ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.

don't you understand, what I'm trying to say?
can't you see the fears i'm feeling today?
if the button is pushed, there's no running 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,
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,
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,
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 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… tell me over and 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. 

(phil sloan)



ma chère lisette

regarde comme ma bibi est devenue charmante.

ça me fait mal mais je dois lui expliquer. elle doit savoir dans quel monde elle a choisi d'exister.
maman dit que je suis une grande fille maintenant, mais j'ai peur. je voudrais être en sécurité. 
tu n'es pas très contente que ta petite sœur soit aussi nulle, mais c'est à toi de lui raconter que le monde est au bord de la destruction, et que c'est à nous de l'empêcher. 
oh lisette, je me sens si triste. j'aimerais tant être sous la mer, à l'ombre dans le jardin d'un poulpe.

j'espère te lire bientôt

xxx

yoko 

4 commentaires:

  1. So much trouble in this small soul,...
    just sad... but this is the feeling of older sister after having a new baby... we all understand!
    Have a good time!!!With a hug, cornelia
    and thanks for your many comments!!♥

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  2. I love your stories, this one was quite sad though.

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  3. cool l'idée d'habiter sous la mer, à l'ombre dans le jardin d'un poulpe!!!
    cela me plairais bien je croix!!!!!!!
    salut
    j'adore aussi la nouvelle!!!

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