Bob Dylan

Come you masters of warYou that build all the gunsYou that build the death planesYou that build the big bombsYou read more

Come you masters of warYou that build all the gunsYou that build the death planesYou that build the big bombsYou that hide behind wallsYou that hide behind desksI just want you to knowI can see through your masks

Come mothers and fathers Throughout the land, And don't criticize What you can't understand

Come mothers and fathers Throughout the land, And don't criticize What you can't understand

Music can save people, but it can't in the commercial way it's being used. It's just too much. It's pollution.

Music can save people, but it can't in the commercial way it's being used. It's just too much. It's pollution.

Blame it on a simple twist of fate.

Blame it on a simple twist of fate.

Praise be to Nero's Neptune
The Titanic sails at dawn
And everybody's shouting
"Which read more

Praise be to Nero's Neptune
The Titanic sails at dawn
And everybody's shouting
"Which Side Are You On?"
And Ezra Pound and T.S. Eliot
Fighting in the captain's tower
While calypso singers laugh at them
And fishermen hold flowers.