masters of war

here's something a bit different
a song's lyrics published in entirety with a link to the tune
i got hold of a 3 cd compilation of music on a german labelled called glitterhouse
an excellent set of music mostly american in nature but otherwise seemingly unique
there's a track in there by an american band called timesbold doing a song called masters of war
first time i heard the song i liked it and it has been on high rotation in my pc's jukebox ever since
i've never been a big bob dylan fan but his latest album modern times has won me over
so i started digging a bit deeper and got hold of the recent biographical dvd titled no direction home
you can imagine my surprise to hear and see bob doing a version of the song i had got to know very well
but of course in fact bob wrote the song way back (1963) presumably in reference to the vietnam war
though my take on it was a contemporary band having a go at america's leaders regarding the iraq war
which just goes to prove many things not the least being the timelessness of bob dylan's music
timesbold have a download link on their site for our listening pleasure
click on this link to the timesbold site and then follow the link to sounds
and the lyrics are presented herein....

come masters of war
you that build all the guns
you that build the death planes
you that build all the 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 have never done nothin'
but build to destroy
and you play with my world
like it's your little toy
you put a gun in my hands
and you'd hide from my eyes
and you'd turn and run farther
when the fast bullets fly

like a judas of old
you would 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

and you'd fasten all the triggers
for the others to fire
then you sit back and watch
while the death count gets higher
and you'd hide in your mansions
while young people's blood
flows out of their bodies
and is buried in mud

and you've thrown the worst fears
that can ever be hurled
the fear to bring children
into this world
and for threatening my babies
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 that you made
will never buy back your soul

and i hope that you die
and your death will come soon
i will follow your casket
by the pale afternoon
and i'll watch while you're lowered
down to your deathbed
and i'll stand over your grave
'til i'm sure that you're dead