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

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.

People today are still living off the table scraps of the sixties. They are still being passed around - the read more

People today are still living off the table scraps of the sixties. They are still being passed around - the music and the ideas.

Money doesn't talk, it swears.

Money doesn't talk, it swears.

All this talk about equality. The only thing people really have in common is that they are all going to read more

All this talk about equality. The only thing people really have in common is that they are all going to die.