Thursday, 27 September 2007

This is for Blair, Brown, Bush, Cheyney etc



This song is 45 years old.

8 comments:

Lilith said...

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



Copyright © 1963; renewed 1991 Special Rider Music

Lucien Modo said...

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!

Ed said...

I love the internet.

Scroblene said...

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.

Lilith said...

I love the internet too, Ed.

Keep strumming Scrobs!

Ed said...

My flatmate has a geetar, perhaps I will try and learn to play it.

I used to play the trumpet!

Oliver Gosling said...

I wonder if one day that, you'll say that, you care
If you say you love me madly I'll gladly be there
Like a puppet on a string

Love is just like a merry-go-round
With all the fun of the fair
One day I'm feeling down on the ground
Then I'm up in the air
Are you leading me on
Tomorrow will you be gone

I wonder if one day that, you'll say that, you care
If you say you love me madly I'll gladly be there
Like a puppet on a string

I may win on the round-a-bout
Then I'll lose on the swings
In or out there is never a doubt
Just who's pulling the strings
I'm all tied up in you
But where's it leading me to

I wonder if one day that, you'll say that, you care
If you say you love me madly I'll gladly be there
Like a puppet on a string

I wonder if one day that, you'll say that, you care
If you say you love me madly I'll gladly be there
Like a puppet on a string
Like a puppet on a string

Lilith said...

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.