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this morning listened to this and thought how appropriate even
today..... Masters of War...bob dylan 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 |
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Wonderfully peaceful words from a peace protestor. Happy birthday Bob!
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Hey davinci, watch for the flash floods pal, I don't know the weather
there but Durand is getting hannered today! Keep yer shorts dry! |
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Typo: hammered
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Is it Dylan's birthday???
Happy birthday, Bob. Thank you for all your gifts.... Oceans |
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.......and the money you made will never buy back your soul....
i would be curious to know the stats on the income status from recruitments into this crazy mess....how many souls for the agenda of the Neo cons send them home medicated, or too angry to get the meds or treatment they now seriously need...or boxed.......agh what a waste, a low ceiling for the freedom and security they risked themselves for... where is the security when you come home fear ridden with all of it withiin you...with the images replaying over and over till you become any kind of addict trying to numb the mind..and indeed , it becomes dull, reactive rather than responsive...but you know you are polluted and you know nothing can change that...and so we sleep with the enemy...we bring it home like take away coffee...the leftovers that's where therapy comes in ....but that's another thread |
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we are gonna pay for generations..wait til the depleted uranium does
it's work.. we seem to be a suicidal species.... |
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everyones a victim........
hey bob- put my guns in the ground. |
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yyyyyeeeeeeeeeeessssssssssss sir............
no body wins in war....... nnnnnnnnnnnoooooooooooooobbbbboooodyy. |
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Roses are wilting, violets are dead
George Bush’s war causes blood to be shed He claims it’s for peace and diplomacy’s failed but his arrogant vanity’s been slowly unveiled He’ll never make peace, not even at home for even his people are starting to groan Can we replace him before it’s too late? Or must this continue till 2008? |
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Masters Of War
Masters of war; Promoters of disease. Give them a star; It gives them ease. Rebecca cries for children; No peace. Vengence is mine sayeth President Bush. Surely I will repay but others just say hush. Medic cries the wounded in forgotten brush. Masters of War; More like Gods. Feed me your children; Spare not the rod. They die a noble death; They sleep in Nod. |
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Army only you can turn you guns into something usefull.
And then only when YOU decide it is time. The more that do the less war there will be. But it will only be time when warriors on all sides do that at once. Fat chance of that in the near future. |
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