Dylan Cover Song for Listing #Y090420Rk
Posted: Thu Mar 19, 2009 2:11 pm
This listing asks for cover songs of artists such as Rolling Stones,Bob Dylan etc. I happen to have this cover version of Dylan's "Masters Of War" kickin' around gatherin' dust. Thought I'd post it up and see if maybe gatherin' dust may be the best place for it. It was done with a more rockin' vibe than the original folk song and we wanted to try to convey a bit more "rock angst". Anyone familiar with the original knows it's long with a repetitive melody and no bridge! So when you have 6 minutes and nothin' better to do give a listen. Any comments welcome. It's all in fun. Anyone else submitting to this listing want to post your song? "Masters Of War" is at my site www.taxi.com/dberdoulayHope all is well with everyone. Carry on. DaveHere are the lyrics ( I wish I wrote 'em!)Masters Of War By Bob DylanCome you masters of warYou that build the big gunsYou that build the death planesYou that build all the bombsYou hide behind wallsAnd you hide behind desksI just want you to knowI can see through your masksYou that never done nothin'But build to destroyYou play with my worldLike it's your little toyYou put a gun in my handAnd you hide from my eyesAnd you turn and run fartherWhen the fast bullets flyLike Judas of oldYou lie and deceiveThis war can be wonYou want me to believeBut I see through your eyesAnd I see through your brainLike I see through the waterThat runs down my drainYou fasten all the triggersFor the others to fireThen you sit back and watchWhile the death count gets higherYou hide in your mansionWhile the young people's bloodPours out of their bodiesAnd is buried in the mudYou've thrown the worst fearThat can ever be hurledFear to bring childrenInto the worldYou’re threatening my babiesUnborn and unnamedYou ain't worth the bloodThat runs in your veinsHow much do I knowI’m gonna talk out of turnYou might say that I'm youngYou might say I'm unlearnedBut there's one thing I knowThough I'm younger than youEven Jesus would neverForgive what you doLet me ask you one questionIs your money that goodWill it buy you forgivenessDo you think that it couldI think you will findWhen your death takes its tollAll the money you madeWill never buy back your soulAnd I hope that you dieYour death must come soonI will follow your casketIn the pale afternoonAnd I'll smile while you're loweredDown to your deathbedAnd I'll stand by your graveUntil I'm sure that you're dead