[Rhodes22-list] Masters of War on KSLM

David Bradley dwbrad at gmail.com
Wed Sep 13 18:54:03 EDT 2006


Slim, good pick.  History repeating itself, I guess.  I agree that we
shouldn't take such a milatarisitic approach to solving the problems in the
Middle East, especially since our policies have done so much to help create
the environment there.  That must make me a Liberal, and therefore a
Socialist.  Too bad I spend so many hours a day working at being a
Capitalist.  Damn, these labels just dont' work so well anymore.

Dave B.


On 9/13/06, Slim <salm at mn.rr.com> wrote:
>
> Last week I had the good fortune to be able to catch a Bob Dylan concert
> in
> Ft. Wayne.  He's been touring minor league baseball stadiums and I saw him
> at the Ft. Wayne Wizards field.  He's doing his 1963 song, Masters of War
> and It's been a while since I've posted anything on K-Slim Radio KSLM and
> I
> thought I'd share this with y'all.  Here's the song and the lyrics if you
> want to follow along.   Enjoy  ...or not!
>
> http://home.mn.rr.com/kslm/Masters%20of%20war.mp3
>
>
> 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
>
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