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The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan. Master of War
de Bob Dylan, John Hammond Columbia, 1963, 4.32 min. En ligne : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JEmI_FT4YHU Come you masters of war/You that build the big 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 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 all the triggers/For the others to fire/Then you sit back and watch/When the death count gets higher/You hide in your mansion/While the 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/That 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 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 |
Titre : | Master of War |
Titre de série : | The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan |
Auteurs : | Bob Dylan, Auteur ; John Hammond, Producteur |
Type de document : | document électronique |
Editeur : | Columbia, 1963 |
Format : | 4.32 min. |
Langues: | Anglais |
Descripteurs : | arme / guerre |
Résumé : |
Come you masters of war/You that build the big 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 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 all the triggers/For the others to fire/Then you sit back and watch/When the death count gets higher/You hide in your mansion/While the 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/That 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 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 |
Nature du document : | fiction |
Thème de fiction : | guerre |
Genre : | Musique |
En ligne : | https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JEmI_FT4YHU |
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