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SOLDIERS

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A voice of one crying

out in the wilderness.

Parody & Lyrics Messages 🎼

/ ?> Bob Dylan-Masters of War(graphic) by ccharlie182**/ ?>
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 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. 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'll come soon. I will follow your casket, By 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. (Masters of War, Bob Dylan)

Dust In The Wind ..."For dust thou art, and into dust thou shalt return!" (Genesis 3:19)
	I close my eyes only for a moment, and the moment's gone All my dreams pass before my eyes, a curiosity Dust in the wind, all they are is dust in the wind Same old song, just a drop of water in an endless sea All we do crumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see Dust in the wind, all we are is dust in the wind	Don't hang on, nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky It slips away, and all your money won't another minute buy Dust in the wind, all we are is dust in the wind (all we are is dust in the wind) Dust in the wind (everything is dust in the wind), everything is dust in the wind (the wind)

Silent Running (On Dangerous Ground)
	Can you hear me, can you hear me running? Can you hear me running, can you hear me calling you? Take the children and yourself And hide out in the cellar By now the fighting will be close at hand Don't believe the church and state And everything they tell you Believe in me, I'm with the high command	Chorus: Can you hear me, can you hear me running? Can you hear me running, can you hear me calling you? Can you hear me, can you hear me running? Can you hear me running, can you hear me calling you?	There's a gun and ammunition Just inside the doorway Use it only in emergency Better you should pray to God The Father, Son, and Spirit Will guide you and protect ya from up here (Chorus)	Swear allegiance to the flag Whatever flag they offer Never hint at what you really feel Teach the children quietly For some day sons and daughters Will rise up and fight while we stood still (Chorus)

Secret Agent Man (CIA)
	There's a man who leads a life of danger To everyone he meets he stays a stranger With every move he makes another chance he takes Odds are he won't live to see tomorrow Chorus: Secret agent man, secret agent man They've given you a number and taken away your name	Beware of pretty faces that you find A pretty face can hide an evil mind Ah, be careful what you say Or you'll give yourself away Odds are you won't live to see tomorrow (Chorus)	Swingin' on the Riviera one day And then layin' in the Bombay alley next day Oh no, you let the wrong word slip While kissing persuasive lips The odds are you won't live to see tomorrow (Chorus)

The Seventh Son (The Antichrist?)
	Everybody talkin' 'bout the seventh son In the whole wide world there is only one Chorus: And I'm the one, I'm the one I'm the one, I'm the one The one they call the seventh son	I can tell your future, it will come to pass I can do things to you make your heart feel glad Look in the sky, predict the rain Tell when a woman's got another man (Chorus)	I can talk these words that will sound so sweet They will even make your little heart skip a beat Heal the sick, raise the dead Make the little girls talk outta their heads (Chorus)	I can talk these words that will sound so sweet They will even make your little heart skip a beat Heal the sick, raise the dead And make the little girls talk outta their heads (Chorus)

One Tin Soldier (The Legend of Billy Jack)
	Listen, children, to a story That was written long ago, 'Bout a kingdom on a mountain And the valley-folk below. On the mountain was a treasure Buried deep beneath the stone, And the valley-people swore They'd have it for their very own.	Chorus: Go ahead and hate your neighbor, Go ahead and cheat a friend. Do it in the name of Heaven, You can justify it in the end. There won't be any trumpets blowing Come the judgement day, On the bloody morning after.... One tin soldier rides away.	So the people of the valley Sent a message up the hill, Asking for the buried treasure, Tons of gold for which they'd kill. Came an answer from the kingdom, "With our brothers we will share All the secrets of our mountain, All the riches buried there." (Chorus)	Now the valley cried with anger, "Mount your horses! Draw your sword!" And they killed the mountain-people, So they won their just reward. Now they stood beside the treasure, On the mountain, dark and red. Turned the stone and looked beneath it... "Peace on Earth" was all it said. (Chorus)

American Pie (The Day the Music Died)
	A long, long time ago, I can still remember how that music used to make me smile. And I knew if I had my chance, That I could make those people dance. And maybe they'd be happy for a while. But February made me shiver, With every paper I'd deliver. Bad news on the doorstep, I couldn't take one more step. I can't remember if I cried, When I read about his widowed bride. But something touched me deep inside, The day the music died. So, Chorus: bye, bye, Miss American Pie. Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry, And them good ole boys were drinking whiskey 'n rye, Singin' this'll be the day that I die. This'll be the day that I die.	Did you write the book of love, And do you have faith in God above, If the Bible tells you so? Now do you believe in rock and roll? Can music save your mortal soul? And can you teach me how to dance real slow? Well, I know that you're in love with him, 'Cause I saw you dancin' in the gym. You both kicked off your shoes, Man, I dig those rhythm and blues. I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck, With a pink carnation and a pickup truck. But I knew I was out of luck, The day the music died. I started singin' (Chorus)	Now for ten years we've been on our own, And moss grows fat on a rollin' stone. But that's not how it used to be. When the jester sang for the king and queen, In a coat he borrowed from James Dean, And a voice that came from you and me. Oh, and while the king was looking down, The jester stole his thorny crown. The courtroom was adjourned. No verdict was returned. And while Lenin read a book on Marx, The quartet practiced in the park, And we sang dirges in the dark, The day the music died. We were singin' (Chorus)	Helter skelter in a summer swelter. The birds flew off with a fallout shelter. Eight miles high and falling fast, It landed foul on the grass. The players tried for a forward pass, With the jester on the sidelines in a cast. Now the halftime air was sweet perfume, While the sergeants played a marching tune. We all got up to dance, Oh, but we never got the chance. 'Cause the players tried to take the field, The marching band refused to yield. Do you recall what was revealed, The day the music died? We started singin' (Chorus)	Oh, and there we were all in one place. A generation lost in space, With no time left to start again. So come on, Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, Jack Flash sat on a candlestick, 'Cause fire is the devil's only friend. Oh, and as I watched him on the stage, My hands were clenched in fists of rage. No angel born in Hell, Could break that Satan's spell. And as the flames climbed high into the night, To light the sacrificial rite, I saw Satan laughing with delight, The day the music died. He was singin' (Chorus)	I met a girl who sang the blues, And I asked her for some happy news, But she just smiled and turned away. I went down to the sacred store, Where I'd heard the music years before, But the man there said the music wouldn't play. And in the streets, the children screamed. The lovers cried and the poets dreamed. But not a word was spoken. The church bells all were broken. And the three Men I admire most, The Father, Son and the Holy Ghost, They caught the last train for the coast, The day the music died. And they were singin' (Chorus)

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