segunda-feira, 19 de julho de 2010
Pearl Jam - Masters of War
Original de Bob Dylan.
Excelente letra, excelente guitarra e excelente voz!
Come you masters of war, you that build all the guns
You that build the death place, you that build all the guns
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 nothing, but to build and destroy
You play with my world, like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand, then you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther as the fast bullets fly
Like judas of old, you lie and deceive
A world war can be won, and 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 that fasten all the triggers, for the others to fire
Then you sit back and watch, while the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion, while young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies and is buried in the mud
You've thrown the worst fear, that could ever be hurled
The fear to bring children, into this world
For threatenin' 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?
Oh, 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, in the pale afternoon
And I'll watch as your lowered, into your deathbed
And I'll stand on your grave till I'm sure that your dead
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4 de Janeiro de 1995, 14 anos, recebo um cd de prenda "Covering Them", uma bootleg de Pearl Jam com vários covers. A faixa 3 chamava-se "Masters of War" e era poderosissima..uma musica acustica..com um poder vocal estrondoso, mesmo sem perceber nada da letra, sabia que tinha de ser espectacular.
ResponderEliminarGravei para K7 e levei para a escola no dia seguinte, mostrei ao resto da turma fanática de PJ. Nessa tarde pedimos á prof de Ingles para nos escrever e explicar a letra (Não Havia Internet, não esqueçer).
O Gonçalo levou a musica para a aula de viola dele e no dia seguinte já sabia tocar, era uma progressão fácil de acordes, o professor pelos vistos era fâ de um tipo que se chamava Bob Dylan, desconhecido ainda para nós.
Rapidamente eu e o valter aprendemos também e no fim do dia de aulas já tocavamos a musica inteira na prefeição para á escola toda que habitualmente se juntava a frente do conselho directivo para ouvir a famosa turma do 9ºano que era a unica da escola onde os rapazes tinham o cabelo comprido e sabiam tocar as musicas da moda, fazendo a miudagem do 5º e 6º berrar a nossa passagem.
"Esta é do Bob Dylan, um dia vão perceber a mensagem" - Grande Gonçalo, acho que ainda hoje nem tu a percebeste, infelizmente poucos a percebem..
Masters of War..um hino...