Come you masters of war
You that build the big gunsYou that build the death planesYou that build all the bombsYou that hide behind wallsYou that hide behind desksI just want you to knowI can see through your masks
You that never done nothin'But build to destroyYou play with my worldLike it's your little toyYou put a gun in my handAnd you hide from my eyesAnd you turn and run fartherWhen the fast bullets fly
Like Judas of oldYou lie and deceiveA world war can be wonYou want me to believeBut I see through your eyesAnd I see through your brainLike I see through the waterThat runs down my drain
1 opmerking:
Het couplet, het beste, waarmee Masters Of War eindigt klinkt toevallig zo ongeveer als 'Death to The IDF' van Bob Vylan, just saying:
And I hope that you die
And your death will come soon
I'll 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
Maar dat kan natuurlijk helemaal niet omdat Dylan zich nooit affichieerde met kolonistenbendes die de dienst uitmaken tot op het hoogste politieke niveau..? https://electronicintifada.net/blogs/michael-f-brown/bob-dylans-embrace-israels-war-crimes
(Jesse Welles schrijft intussen in hoog tempo de ene na de andere aanklacht en zet ze op muziek - Starve Away)
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