Masters Of War - Bob Dylan Cover HIVE Open Mic 129.

Hi Everyone

Im back this week after a 2 week break from HIVE and social media in general.

I was inspired to return to the open mic community to take a shot at singing Bob Dyalns Masters of War.

Around a month ago @jasperdick played this song as part of his anti-war three tune tuesday set.

The version Jasper played was inspired by Eddie Veder from the band Pearl Jam playing this song at a concert in 1992 which celebrated 30 years of Bob Dylans music.

I figure this one is a good one for the "Trust" theme as theres noone in the world I would trust less than a Master of War.

I hope you guys enjoy my version of the song and many thanks agian to @jasperdick for helping me find the motivation to come back to HIVE open mic.

"Masters Of War"
Bob Dylan

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
While the death count gets higher

You hide in your mansion
While the young peoples' blood
Flows out of their bodies
And into the mud

You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the 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
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
On a pale afternoon

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