masters of war

.. amen to that, plain letters & can hear him singin' it loud & clear…

marc garrett wrote:

> masters of war
>
> Come you masters of war
> You that build all the guns
> You that build the death planes
> You that build the big bombs
> You that hide behind walls
> You that hide behind desks
> I just want you to know
> I can see through your masks
>
> You that never done nothin'
> But build to destroy
> You play with my world
> Like it's your little toy
> You put a gun in my hand
> And you hide from my eyes
> And you turn and run farther
> When the fast bullets fly
>
> Like Judas of old
> You lie and deceive
> A world war can be won
> You want me to believe
> But I see through your eyes
> And I see through your brain
> Like I see through the water
> That runs down my drain
>
> You fasten the triggers
> For the others to fire
> Then you set back and watch
> When the death count gets higher
> You hide in your mansion
> As young people's blood
> Flows out of their bodies
> And is buried in the mud
>
> You've thrown the worst fear
> That can ever be hurled
> Fear to bring children
> Into the world
> For threatening my baby
> Unborn and unnamed
> You ain't worth the blood
> That runs in your veins
>
> How much do I know
> To talk out of turn
> You might say that I'm young
> You might say I'm unlearned
> But there's one thing I know
> Though I'm younger than you
> Even Jesus would never
> Forgive what you do
>
> Let me ask you one question
> Is your money that good
> Will it buy you forgiveness
> Do you think that it could
> I think you will find
> When your death takes its toll
> All the money you made
> Will never buy back your soul
>
> And I hope that you die
> And your death'll come soon
> I will follow your casket
> In the pale afternoon
> And I'll watch while you're lowered
> Down to your deathbed
> And I'll stand o'er your grave
> 'Til I'm sure that you're dead
>
> Bob Dylan
>
>
> Copyright ? 1963; renewed 1991 Special Rider Music

Hi Dirk,

Yes - I have not listened to any Bob Dylan for a long time, and I just
so happened to have this track on my collection of tunes on my computer.
I played it earlier today and it just seemed to slice through all the
nonsense.

marc


> .. amen to that, plain letters & can hear him singin' it loud & clear…
>
> marc garrett wrote:
>
>
>
>> masters of war
>>
>> Come you masters of war
>> You that build all the guns
>> You that build the death planes
>> You that build the big bombs
>> You that hide behind walls
>> You that hide behind desks
>> I just want you to know
>> I can see through your masks
>>
>> You that never done nothin'
>> But build to destroy
>> You play with my world
>> Like it's your little toy
>> You put a gun in my hand
>> And you hide from my eyes
>> And you turn and run farther
>> When the fast bullets fly
>>
>> Like Judas of old
>> You lie and deceive
>> A world war can be won
>> You want me to believe
>> But I see through your eyes
>> And I see through your brain
>> Like I see through the water
>> That runs down my drain
>>
>> You fasten the triggers
>> For the others to fire
>> Then you set back and watch
>> When the death count gets higher
>> You hide in your mansion
>> As young people's blood
>> Flows out of their bodies
>> And is buried in the mud
>>
>> You've thrown the worst fear
>> That can ever be hurled
>> Fear to bring children
>> Into the world
>> For threatening my baby
>> Unborn and unnamed
>> You ain't worth the blood
>> That runs in your veins
>>
>> How much do I know
>> To talk out of turn
>> You might say that I'm young
>> You might say I'm unlearned
>> But there's one thing I know
>> Though I'm younger than you
>> Even Jesus would never
>> Forgive what you do
>>
>> Let me ask you one question
>> Is your money that good
>> Will it buy you forgiveness
>> Do you think that it could
>> I think you will find
>> When your death takes its toll
>> All the money you made
>> Will never buy back your soul
>>
>> And I hope that you die
>> And your death'll come soon
>> I will follow your casket
>> In the pale afternoon
>> And I'll watch while you're lowered
>> Down to your deathbed
>> And I'll stand o'er your grave
>> 'Til I'm sure that you're dead
>>
>> Bob Dylan
>>
>>
>> Copyright ? 1963; renewed 1991 Special Rider Music
>>
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