song that makes more sense now than ever.

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  1. D_N Flay Table

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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
    Em G D Em7/Em
    I just want you to know I can see through your masks

    You that never have done nothin' but build to destroy
    You play with my world like it's your little toy
    You put a gun in my hand then you hide from my eyes
    Then you turn and run farther when the fast bullets fly

    Like Judas of old you lie and deceive
    A world war can't be won, and 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 that fasten all the triggers for the others to fire
    Then you sit back and watch while the death count gets higher
    You hide in your mansions while the young people's blood
    Flows out of their bodies and gets 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 won't ever buy back your soul

    And I hope that you die and your death will come soon
    I'll follow your casket through the pale afternoon
    And I'll watch while you're lowered into your death bed
    Then I'll stand over your grave till I'm sure that you're dead


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    is that the gay pit bull in the news?
     
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    (hey, I was joking. didn't want to sounds offensive to any gay guy out there)
     
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    Yo soñé con aviones
    que nublaban el día,
    justo cuando la gente
    más cantaba y reía,
    más cantaba y reía.
    Yo soñé con aviones
    que entre sí se mataban
    destruyendo la gracia
    de la clara mañana
    de la clara mañana.
    Si pienso que fui hecho
    para soñar el sol
    y para decir cosas
    que despierten amor.
    ¿Cómo es posible entonces
    que duerma entre saltos
    de angustia y horror?
    En mi sábana blanca
    vertieron hollín,
    han echado basura
    en mi verde jardín
    si capturo al culpable
    de tanto desastre
    lo va a lamentar.
    Anoche tuve un sueño
    y anoche era verano
    oh verano terrible
    para un sueño malvado,
    para un sueño malvado.
    Anoche tuve un sueño
    que nadie merecía
    ¿Cuánto de pesadilla
    quedará todavía,
    quedará todavía?
    Si pienso que fui hecho
    para soñar el sol
    y para decir cosas
    que despierten amor.
    ¿Cómo es posible entonces
    que duerma entre saltos
    de angustia y horror?
    En mi sábana blanca
    vertieron hollín,
    han echado basura
    en mi verde jardín
    si capturo al culpable
    de tanto desastre
    lo va a lamentar.
    Yo soñé un agujero
    bajo tierra y con gente
    que se estremecía
    al compás de la muerte,
    al compás de la muerte.
    Yo soñé un agujero
    bajo tierra y oscuro
    y espero que mi sueño
    no sea mi futuro,
    no sea mi futuro.
    Si pienso que fui hecho
    para soñar el sol
    y para decir cosas
    que despierten amor.
    ¿Cómo es posible entonces
    que duerma entre saltos
    de angustia y horror?
    En mi sábana blanca
    vertieron hollín,
    han echado basura
    en mi verde jardín
    si capturo al culpable
    de tanto desastre
    lo va a lamentar.
     
  5. D_N Flay Table

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    :rolleyes:
    Bitch slaps whats his name...

    who are you?

    first off, take your meds and try to stick to THIS post.
    Second off, the Animal in my avatar is a Whippet.
     
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    Protest songs often have application long after they're written and long after whatever they are protesting has gone away or been forgotten precisely because those things are so often forgotten and thus, history repeats itself. A Perfect Circle did an entire album that was nothing (save for one song) but covers of old protest songs that seemed perfectly contemporary given the modern political climate.
     
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    good one 9in160

    and you are right, I was going through old songs tonight, while I was writing, and having fun, and I came across this old dylan song..
    love this one :)
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