**[Intro – Instrumental]**
*Soft electric organ swell, tape delay echoes*
*Guitar arpeggios in D minor, warbly like a warped record*
*A distant voice whispers through a Leslie speaker:*
**[Verse 1 – Half-spoken, half-sung over a slow groove]**
Chicago burns in August haze
Helmet heads and billy clubs blaze
Blood on banners, flags gone stiff
Voices drowned in tear gas mist
Hue bleeds red on jungle leaves
Tet turns hope into disbelief
And Bobby’s words still echo out—
“But now it’s mine to say goodbye.”
**[Bridge A – Harmonized vocals, psychedelic phaser effect]**
_Somewhere in the static, a child drew peace signs in the dirt_
_Astronauts circled Earth, while Memphis saints fell first_
_The moon looked down, ashamed and gray_
_‘Cause Dr. King had flown away…_
**[Chorus – Soaring melody, layered vocals with flanger and reverb]**
**Nineteen Sixty-Hate!**
We lit the match and dared the fate
Truth was gunned down at the gate
But the dreamer’s flame won’t wait—
It burns through Nixon’s frozen grin
Through Prague’s crushed breath, through riots’ din
Oh, *something* had to end to begin—
**In Nineteen Sixty-Hate!**
**[Instrumental Break – Unconventional time signature: 7/8, fuzz guitar solo]**
*Guitar mimics air-raid sirens, ducking under a Moog synth drone*
*Snare rolls like marching boots; bass riff climbs like protest chants*
**[Verse 2 – Louder now, drums crash like doors being kicked in]**
Paris kids in cobblestone war
SDS storms the classroom floor
Olympians raise gloved fists high
While corpses float where rivers lie
Apollo watched, orbiting slow
As tanks rolled into Mexico
The Beatles sang their White LP
But the world was screaming in D minor key
**[Bridge B – Falsetto harmony over minimalist guitar]**
_“Hey Jude,” they said, “take a sad song…”_
_But what if the chorus just screams too long?_
_A bullet chorus, a napalm chord_
_And silence louder than the Lord_
**[Chorus – Extended, with call-and-response vocals, gospel undertone]**
**Nineteen Sixty-Hate!** (Can you feel it?)
The ash still clings to love and hate
(We screamed and danced at history’s gate)
The dream was gunned but didn’t die
(It walked out bleeding, fists held high)
**Nineteen Sixty-Hate!** (Can you feel it?)
That fractured howl became a cry—
*A cry that still electrifies…*
**[Outro – Spoken word over ambient guitar delay and choir hum]**
*“They tried to bury us… but forgot we were seeds…”*
*Fade out with heartbeat-like kick drum…*
*…then silence.*