Masters of War

"I see through your brain like I see through the water that runs down my drain... Even Jesus would never forgive what you do."

I’m making this a quick post because Mondays suck for most of you. After your first day back at the work you hate, you’re exhausted. It’s mentally debilitating to be reminded of our slavery. Just imagine what it’s like to be in Day #586 in the war in Ukraine!

MASTERS OF WAR

Bob Dylan created one of the greatest lyrics with ‘Masters of War’. I’d like you to read it as a standalone poem or during Meg Myers singing it. She’s an underrated and wonderful chameleon muso, so it was interesting to watch her doing this, with heart, before she’d recorded her first album.

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 sit back and watch
when 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 this 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 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 will 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 on your grave
'til I'm sure that you're dead.

Here’s the original by Bob Dylan.

Meg Myers is a great lyricist too. Catch the adult version of her in the rocking videos for ‘Desire’ and ‘Heart, Heart, Head’, or the acoustic of ‘Lemon Eyes’, or covering Kate Bush amazingly.

I hate war and love music. Balance?