Nota Musical (II)
Já que estou numa de notas musicais, cá vai mais uma. Mas desta vez é a sério... lol
Adoro esta canção. A letra é simplesmente genial. Há poucas canções cuja letra ache tão bem escrita.
A canção chama-se Masters of War e é da autoria de Bob Dylan. Data de 1963, mas encaixa perfeitamente na sociedade actual. Deixo em seguida a letra e um link onde poderão ouvir uma grande versão desta canção por parte dos Pearl Jam, tocada no David Letterman Show em Setembro de 2004.
Masters of War
Bob Dylan (1963)
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
Clique aqui para ouvir 'Masters of War'
Adoro esta canção. A letra é simplesmente genial. Há poucas canções cuja letra ache tão bem escrita.
A canção chama-se Masters of War e é da autoria de Bob Dylan. Data de 1963, mas encaixa perfeitamente na sociedade actual. Deixo em seguida a letra e um link onde poderão ouvir uma grande versão desta canção por parte dos Pearl Jam, tocada no David Letterman Show em Setembro de 2004.
Masters of War
Bob Dylan (1963)
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
Clique aqui para ouvir 'Masters of War'
3 comentários:
Sem dúvida brilhante!!
Start thinking in adding it up to the list...you know the list...!!
Dia 18 100% apto for the local adventure!!
Notável o que se aprende neste blog! Andava mesmo à procura de uma coisa como o putfile para pôr mp3s...
O RicJo não leve a mal por lhe deixar este magnífico
som. Só ouve se quiser...
Esta ficava muito bem na list, por acaso. Se não for nesta, será na seguinte... lol
Luís, muito obrifgdo pelo mp3. Nos blogs é assim mesmo que se aprende: uns como os outros! Abraço.
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