Otium cum dignitate.
Come you masters of warYou that build all the gunsYou that build the death planesYou that build the big bombsYou that hide behind wallsYou that hide behind desksI just want you to knowI can see through your masksYou 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 flyLike 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 drainYou fasten the triggersFor the others to fireThen you set back and watchWhen the death count gets higherYou hide in your mansionAs young people's bloodFlows out of their bodiesAnd is buried in the mudYou've thrown the worst fearThat can ever be hurledFear to bring childrenInto the worldFor threatening my babyUnborn and unnamedYou ain't worth the bloodThat runs in your veinsHow much do I knowTo talk out of turnYou might say that I'm youngYou might say I'm unlearnedBut there's one thing I knowThough I'm younger than youEven Jesus would neverForgive what you doLet me ask you one questionIs your money that goodWill it buy you forgivenessDo you think that it couldI think you will findWhen your death takes its tollAll the money you madeWill never buy back your soulAnd I hope that you dieAnd your death'll come soonI will follow your casketIn the pale afternoonAnd I'll watch while you're loweredDown to your deathbedAnd I'll stand o'er your grave'Til I'm sure that you're dead Copyright © 1963; renewed 1991 Special Rider Music
Sleigh bells ring are you listening in the lane snow is glistening A beautiful sight we're happy tonight walking in a winter wonderland Gone away is the bluebird here to stay is a new bird He sings a love song as we go along walking in a winter wonderland In the meadow we can build a snowman Then pretend that he is Parson Brown He'll say: Are you married? we'll say: No man But you can do the job when you're in town Later on we'll conspire as we dream by the fire To face unafraid the plans that we've made walking in a winter wonderland In the meadow we can build a snowman and pretend that he's a circus clown We'll have lots of fun with mister snowman until the the other kids knock him down When it snows ain't it thrilling Though your nose gets a chilling We'll frolic and play the Eskimo way walking in a winter wonderland Walking in a winter wonderland walking in a winter wonderland Dopamine autoreceptors firing on all cylinder Lilith!
I love the internet.
This was also the easiest Bob Dylan song to play ever, and could be heard in streets everywhere!It was a killer in it's day too!I can still do 'The lonesome death of Hattie Carroll', which also describes a protest against politicians and big people bashing little people.
I love the internet too, Ed.Keep strumming Scrobs!
My flatmate has a geetar, perhaps I will try and learn to play it.I used to play the trumpet!
I wonder if one day that, you'll say that, you careIf you say you love me madly I'll gladly be thereLike a puppet on a stringLove is just like a merry-go-roundWith all the fun of the fairOne day I'm feeling down on the groundThen I'm up in the airAre you leading me onTomorrow will you be goneI wonder if one day that, you'll say that, you careIf you say you love me madly I'll gladly be thereLike a puppet on a stringI may win on the round-a-boutThen I'll lose on the swingsIn or out there is never a doubtJust who's pulling the stringsI'm all tied up in youBut where's it leading me toI wonder if one day that, you'll say that, you careIf you say you love me madly I'll gladly be thereLike a puppet on a stringI wonder if one day that, you'll say that, you careIf you say you love me madly I'll gladly be thereLike a puppet on a stringLike a puppet on a string
Wow Ed. The trumpet! I tried but my cheeks weren't up to it. Although I did used to play the bassoon.Lucien, I am moved.Oliver, I have moved.
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