02-22-2012, 11:09 AM
We Take Care of Our Own
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02-22-2012, 11:19 AM
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] [edit] 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
02-29-2012, 06:00 PM
02-29-2012, 06:40 PM
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. If Springsteen is "The Boss", Barry is "The Foreman".
02-29-2012, 10:38 PM
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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