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I wrote the first two verses of this dark little slice of apocalyptica back in the early or mid 70’s and then added another 2 verses — only one of which survived — in 1986.<\/p>\n
My initial vision had been general collapse of civilization (as we know it, heh<\/span>)… but by 1986 I was bitterly convinced that we were squandering any last chances we might have to not plunge the world into an irreversible spiral into gashouse global warming.<\/p>\n <\/span>(Oh well… it’s like watching a high speed accident on a rainy day… you yell as the oblivious drivers hurtle toward each other, their windows up, their minds filled with details that are going to seem very, very insignificant in about a second and a half. I hate<\/span> that sound. Where was I? Oh, yeah… the end of the world. As we know it.)<\/p>\n Anyhow, as we artistic types know all too well (or oughta), sincerity and good intentions typically make bad art. As a friendly warning against good intentions, I have included the usually excised last verse here — just so you can see how bad things could get if I wasn’t looking out for y’all.<\/span><\/p>\n Now, mind you, by the time I got to the last verse, I was laughing myself off my chair — I knew I would never <\/span>use it. But I view songwriting like I view other excretory processes — you don’t stop just ’cause you don’t like what’s coming out.<\/p>\n That’s what editing is for and, if you brave those usually excised last two verses, you’ll see why, for this writer, at any rate, editing can be — you know — real important.<\/span><\/p>\n \n