Dylan for the day: Masters of War

Posted: March 28, 2007 in Music, Political killings Philippines, Socio-Political

The song Masters of War was originally included in Bob Dylan’s second studio album “The Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan” released in 1963. The album also includes such Dylan classics as “Blowin’ in the Wind,” “A Hard Rain’s A-Gonna Fall,” “Don’t Think Twice, It’s All Right,” “I Shall Be Free” .

I have listened to this song many times, both the Dylan version and the remake byPearl Jam which was included in the Dylan tribute album released in the 90’s. The song is simple. The lyrics can’t be any more direct. And the continuing relevance is undeniable.

I thought of posting the song in light of the upcoming visit of a US State Department representative to the Philippines tasked with investigating the human rights violations in the country.

The US State Departement, whose official title during the first half of the 20th century used to be the “War Department”, is the main exporter of war over the last 60 years.

Here is a very intense cover from Pearl Jam, from the songs that inspired the docu Farenheit 9-11. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=svHentyELXo

“Masters Of War”

Come you masters of war
You that build all the 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’
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
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’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 over your grave
‘Til I’m sure that you’re dead.

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