Thursday, May 24, 2007

Sing It Bob

Today was Bob Dylan's birthday. Normally that would get a fairly minimal reaction from me, as I like some of his work but I wouldn't classify myself as a huge fan. But today I also happened to read the words to one of his songs, and they really resonated with me on a day when an incredibly cowardly and sad decision was made.

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

--Masters of War

Do you know how fucked up it is that this is just as meaningful 44 years after it was originally written? And more than that, that it will be just as relevant in another 44 years?



Blogger paintergirl said...

Well done jc. It amazes me that the young men who witnessed and took part in this war are the ones making the decisions for this one. I have quite a bit to say about this, but will stop.
God bless Bob, and thanks jc for posting this song!

5/25/2007 7:14 AM  
Blogger JC said...

They may have witnessed that one, but they didn't take part. That's a big part of the problem.

5/25/2007 7:41 AM  
Blogger paintergirl said...

Maybe they weren't the desicion makers but they saw their bosses get off on the power. You know? Even though rummy is gone now the plan is in place-the war machine has taken over.

5/25/2007 8:06 AM  

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