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Wed Apr-07-04 09:38 AM
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Masters of War - Dylan
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
Copyright © 1963; renewed 1991 Special Rider Music
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Wed Apr-07-04 10:06 AM
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What's Going On Marvin Gaye
Mother, mother, there's too many of you crying Brother, brother, brother, there's far too many of you dying You know we'ver got to find a way To bring some lovin' here today, hey
Father, father, we don't need to escalate War is not the answer, for only love can conquer hate You know we've got to find a way To bring some lovin' here today
CHORUS #1: Picket lines and picket signs Don't punish me with brutality Talk to me, so you can see Oh what's going on, what's going on Yeah, what's going on, ah, what's going on Ahhh....
Mother, mother, everybody thinks we're wrong Ah but who are they to judge us Simply 'cos our hair is long Ah you know we'ver got to find a way To brind some understanding here today
CHORUS #2: Picket lines and picket signs Don't punish me with brutality Talk to me, so you can see What's going on, yeah what's going on Tell me what's going on, I'll tell you what's going on
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Wed Apr-07-04 10:26 AM
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Edited on Wed Apr-07-04 10:32 AM by ribofunk
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Wed Apr-07-04 10:26 AM
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None better than Dylan for saying it like it is. Capturing the Essence. Also quite Prophetic. :thumbsup:
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