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John Mercy - Masters Of War [feat. Raquel Ralha, Laurent Rossi, Pedro Antunes, Bonnie Blossom

“I’ve never really written anything like that before. I don’t sing songs which hope people will die, but I couldn’t help it in this one. The song is a sort of striking out, a reaction to the last straw, a feeling of what can you do? The rage (which is as much anguish as it is anger) is a way of catharsis, a way of getting temporary relief from the heavy feeling of impotence that affects many who cannot understand a civilization which juggles its own means for oblivion and calls that performance an act toward peace." Dylan 1963 John Mercy - Masters Of War (Bob Dylan) [feat. Raquel Ralha, Laurent Rossi, Pedro Antunes, Bonnie Blossom] JOHN MERCY: Vocals, Electric and Acoustic Guitars, Piano, Banjo, Sound Design, Bell RAQUEL RALHA: Vocals LAURENT ROSSI: French Horn PEDRO ANTUNES: Bass, Backing Vocals BONNIE BLOSSOM: Backing Vocals Recorded, Mixed & Mastered at the Blue House Studio by John Mercy. Lyrics & Music: BOB DYLAN From Bob Dylan's 1963 album "THE FREEWHEELIN' BOB DYLAN" [MASTERS OF WAR] 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 will come soon I'll follow your casket by the pale afternoon And I'll watch while you're lowered down to your deathbed And I'll stand over your grave 'til I'm sure that you're dead 1963(R) Universal Music Publishing Group (ASCAP)