The song hereunder references social issues experienced in the mid 1960’s, including the turmoil, both then and now, in the Middle East.
Lyrics: American singer and songwriter, Philip Gary “Flip” Sloan. Vocals: American singer and songwriter Barry McGuire.
Eve Of Destruction.
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’? 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. No no, you don’t believe we’re on the eve of destruction. END
Its raining non stop here in Thurles, Co. Tipperary today, so for those of you with a roof over your head, we bring you a ballad from the voice of Sean Keane.
Sean Keane, by the way, will be appearing here in Co. Tipperary this month, on Tuesday, April 30th at Cahir House Hotel with John Glenn, Pat McKenna, PJ Murrihy, Aishling Rafferty, Martin Cuffe and Effie Neill; backed by John Dolan and the ‘Off the Kuff’ band. Doors for this Tipp Mid West Radio Concert will open at 7:00pm, with the concert beginning sharp at 8:00pm.
Tickets are available for pre-sale now, priced €25. Same can be purchased over the phone; Tel: 062 52 555. From next week tickets are available from Tipp Mid West Radio Station on St Michael’s Street in Tipperary Town; Danny Ryan’s Music Shop in Tipperary Town and at Noel Fahy’s Footwear Shop in Cashel.
No Stranger To The Rain.
Lyrics: American singer and songwriter Sonny Curtis. Vocals: Irish Co. Galway singer and musician Sean Keane.
No Stranger To The Rain.
I’m no stranger to the rain, I’m a friend of thunder, Friend, is it any wonder lightning strikes me? I’ve fought with the devil, Got down on his level, But never gave in, so he gave up on me. I’m no stranger to the rain, I can spot bad weather, And I’m good at finding shelter in a downpour. I’ve been sacrificed by brothers, Crucified by lovers, Through it all, I withstood the pain. I’m no stranger to the rain. When I get that foggy feeling, The one I’m feeling now, If I don’t keep my head, I may drown, It’s hard to keep believing, I’ll even come out even, While the rain beats a hole in the ground, And tonight, it’s really coming down. I’m no stranger to the rain, There’ll always be tomorrow, And I’ll beg, steal, or borrow a little sunshine. I’ll put this cloud behind me, That’s how the man designed me, To ride the wind and dance in a hurricane, I’m no stranger to the rain. I’m no stranger to the rain, I’m a friend of thunder, Friend, is it any wonder lightning strikes me? I’ll put this cloud behind me, That’s how the man designed me, To ride the wind and dance in a hurricane. I’m no stranger to the rain. I’m no stranger to the rain.
The Easter associated song hereunder, ‘Sunday’s Coming, is a rousing anthem that resonates with the many people around the world, facing everyday challenges. The lyrics, ‘Keep on holding on’, encourages Christians, in particular,to persist in their beliefs and to never lose that feeling of expectation for a more favourable future outcome.
Lyrics: Ethan Hulse, Nick Schwarz, Zach Williams Vocals: American Christian rock artist Zachary Stephen Williams (Zach Williams).
Sunday’s Coming.
When your week feels like a beat down, And you can’t tell the night from day, And you’re tired of fighting battles, When all you feel is pain, oh, it’s a heavy weight. There’s hope on the horizon, The cross was not the end, Let joy come in the morning, And, child, lift your head, don’t you give up yet.
Keep on holding on, there’s gonna be a breakthrough, Keep on holding on, don’t stay buried in that grave. If He can roll the stone, He can send the darkness running, It might feel like Friday, but your Sunday’s coming, It might feel like Friday, but your Sunday’s coming,
So let your soul start singing, And dry those tear-stained eyes, There’s a new life and you can breathe in, You’re gonna see the light on the other side.
Keep on holding on, there’s gonna be a breakthrough, Keep on holding on, don’t stay buried in that grave. If He can roll the stone, He can send the darkness running, It might feel like Friday, but your Sunday’s coming, It might feel like Friday, but your Sunday’s coming,
For the mama’s praying for the family, (Your Sunday’s coming,) For the daddy’s struggling to make ends meet, (Your Sunday’s coming,) And if addiction’s bringing you,to your knees, (Your Sunday’s coming,) Oh, if anybody here wants to be set free, (Your Sunday’s coming,)
Keep on holding on, there’s gonna be a breakthrough, Keep on holding on, don’t stay buried in that grave, If He can roll the stone, He can send the darkness running, It might feel like Friday, but your Sunday’s coming, It might feel like Friday, but your Sunday’s coming.
This week, for Christians across the world, is ‘Holy Week’, latter the most sacred week in the Christian liturgical year. (View Holy Week Religious Services – Thurles Parish 2024, Here.) Holy Week, each year, begins with the commemoration of Christ’s entry into Jerusalem on ‘Palm Sunday’, which this year began on March 24th. During the week ahead, Christians will mark the betrayal of Jesus on Wednesday, known as ‘Spy Wednesday’. The week will climax with the commemoration of the ‘Last Supper’ on ‘Holy Thursday’, followed by the Passion of Jesus, on ‘Good Friday’. Holy Week for Christians will conclude with the commemoration of Christ’s crucified death on ‘Holy Saturday’, and here in Thurles at least, the celebration of his resurrection will take place at an ‘Open Air Sunrise Service’, beginning at dawn (6:30am) on Easter Sunday, March 31st, in Killinan Cemetery, Nenagh Road, Thurles, Co. Tipperary. (R498).
There Was Jesus.
Vocals: American Christian rock artist musician Zach Williams and American singer-songwriter, actress, and philanthropist MsDolly Parton. Lyrics: Zach Williams, Jonathan Smith, and country music songwriter Casey Beathard.
There Was Jesus.
Every time I tried to make it on my own, Every time I tried to stand and start to fall, And all those lonely roads that I have travelled on, There was Jesus. When the life I built came crashing to the ground, When the friends I had were nowhere to be found, I couldn’t see it then but I can see it now, There was Jesus. In the waiting, in the searching, In the healing and the hurting, Like a blessing buried in the broken pieces, Every minute, every moment, Where I’ve been and where I’m going, Even when I didn’t know it or couldn’t see it, There was Jesus. For this man who needs amazing kind of grace, (Mmm) For forgiveness at a price I couldn’t pay, (Mmm) I’m not perfect so I thank God every day, There was Jesus. (There was Jesus). In the waiting, in the searching, In the healing and the hurting, Like a blessing buried in the broken pieces, Every minute, every moment, Where I’ve been and where I’m going, Even when I didn’t know it or couldn’t see it, There was Jesus. On the mountain, in the valleys, (There was Jesus), In the shadows of the alleys, (There was Jesus), In the fire, in the flood, (There was Jesus), Always is and always was. No I never walk alone, (Never walk alone), You are always there, In the waiting, in the searching, In the healing and the hurting, Like a blessing buried in the broken pieces, Every minute, (Every minute), every moment, (Every moment), Where I’ve been and where I’m going, Even when I didn’t know it or couldn’t see it, There was Jesus. There was Jesus. (There was Jesus.) (There was Jesus.)
Easter is the principal festival of the Christian church. The festival celebrates the resurrection of Jesus Christ on the third day following his Crucifixion and death on a cross. Possibly the word ‘Easter’itself, which Christians will celebrate next week, is derived from the name ‘Eostre’, or ‘Eostrae’, latter the Anglo-Saxon goddess of Spring and Fertility.
Used In Previous Media Coverage:
This popular hymn, featured hereunder, has been used in (A)On A Pale Horse, played as the last request of a dying man; (B) in Series 3, Episode 3 (Gridlock) of Doctor Who, broadcast to citizens of New New York as they traverse the motorway; (C) in Series 4, Episode 5 of Hetty Wainthropp Investigates, sung by Hetty (played by Patricia Routledge) and a local male voice choir; (D) in the 2019 film Just Mercy, plays in the background as Herbert Richardson is executed, and also (E) in the 2021 Showtime miniseries Dexter: New Blood episode “The Family Business”.
Lyrics: The Methodist hymn was written in 1912 by American evangelist and song-leader George Bennard (1873–1958). Vocals: American singer-songwriter Alan Jackson (Alan Eugene Jackson)
The Old Rugged Cross.
On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross, The emblem of suffering and shame, And I love that old cross where the dearest and best, For a world of lost sinners was slain. So I’ll cherish the old rugged cross, (rugged cross), Till my trophies at last I lay down. I will cling to the old rugged cross, And exchange it some day for a crown. To that old rugged cross I will ever be true, It’s shame and reproach gladly bear, Then he’ll call me some day to my home far away, Where his glory forever I’ll share. And I’ll cherish the old rugged cross, (rugged cross). Till my trophies at last I lay down, And I will cling to the old rugged cross, And exchange it some day for a crown. I will cling to the old rugged cross, And exchange it some day for a crown.
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