We Take Care of Our Own
#21
(02-22-2012, 11:06 AM)bbqboy Wrote: Are you TRYING to be funny, or it just comes out that way?
Bob has written dozens of songs that anyone on the street could hum; the melodies are cemented in our brains.
He can barely put two words together that don't rhyme.
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#22
um, so? You like a more story based lyric style instead of moon in june types?
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Masters_of_War

n the album notes to The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan, Nat Hentoff wrote that Dylan startled himself with this songs, and quotes Dylan saying: "I've never written anything like that before. I don't sing songs which hope people will die, but I couldn't help it with this one. The song is a sort of striking out... a feeling of what can you do?"[14]
Critic Andy Gill described the song as "the bluntest condemnation in Dylan's songbook, a torrent of plain speaking pitched at a level that even the objects of its bile might understand it." Gill points out that when the song was published in Broadside magazine in February 1963, it was accompanied by drawings by Suze Rotolo, Dylan's girlfriend at the time, which depicted a man carving up the world with a knife and fork, while a hungry family forlornly looks on.[15]
According to Todd Harvey, in this song Dylan "allows the listener no opportunity to see the issue from the masters' eyes. 'I' and 'you' are clearly established and 'you' are clearly wrong. The repetitive text and accompaniment's droning single harmony work in tandem to drive home relentlessly the singer's perspective." Harvey notes that Dylan transforms "Nottamun Town", which has absurdly nonsensical words (a naked drummer accompanies a royal procession "with his heels in his bosom") into a confrontational political song; Dylan's writing entered a new phase—harsh, and fitting with the times.[16]
In February 1961, President Eisenhower gave his farewell address from the Oval Office. In this speech, he warned that "we must guard against the acquisition of unwarranted influence, whether sought or unsought, by the military-industrial complex."[17] In an interview, published in USA Today the day before the September 11 attacks in 2001, Dylan linked his song to Eisenhower's speech, saying:
"'Masters of War'... is supposed to be a pacifistic song against war. It's not an anti-war song. It's speaking against what Eisenhower was calling a military-industrial complex as he was making his exit from the presidency. That spirit was in the air, and I picked it up."[18]
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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 set back and watch
While 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 you death takes its toll
All the money you made
Won't ever buy back your soul

Andl I hope that you die
And your death will come soon
I'll follow your casket
On a 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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#24
You people HAVE to be kidding me!

When we think of a singer who bares his soul, and projects all the pain and suffering of the downtrodden, only one name stands out:

BARRY MANILOW!

Why just look at these lyrics:

Dream, dream, dream, dream
Dream, dream, dream, dream
When I want you, in my arms
When I want you, and all your charms
Whenever I want you, all I have to do is dream.

Dream, dream, dream.

When I feel blue, in the night
And I need you, to hold me tight
Whenever I want you, all I have to do is
Dream.

Oh sure, you say he didn't write that, the Everely Brothers wrote it. So?

Just close your eyes and see Barry "The Man" swish out onto the stage and "Sell" that song. Why, enough to make a grown man cry. Razz
If Springsteen is "The Boss", Barry is "The Foreman". Big Grin
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#25
Before Dylan, there was Hardin:

"I'm an old time smugglin' man
An' I know just what to do
I'm an old time smugglin' man'
An' I know just what to do
I sell guns to The Arabs
I sell dynamite to The Jews"
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