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| Lazy Bones |
http://www.lucindawilliams.com/home.html |
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| Martha |
Thanks for the info Lazy Bones.
BTW, You've been on my mind...yet I've been too busy to check-in. Concerts, and guests galore.
I just wanted you to know I'm thinking of you.
xxoo,
Martha |
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| Lazy Bones |
Thanks, Martha. As usual, very kind of you! Things are well and improving daily. |
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| Gazza |
I've seen the album cover in the Lost Highway press release.
The announcement says it's recorded at various locations in late 2003. On the 3 shows I have from the Fillmore in San Francisco that Lazy Bones sent me, she mentions they're being recorded for a live record so presumably at least some of the album will be from those shows.
If those gigs are anything to go by, thats one shit-hot album |
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| Lazy Bones |
quote:
Gazza wrote:
If those gigs are anything to go by, thats one shit-hot album
No shit! Thanks for mentioning the "live album" bit from those shows - I forgot about her making mention of that.
Either version (21/22-Nov-03) of Masters Of War would be a nice piece on the album. The inclusion of the intro from the 21st would be treat, too...
"...anyway, this song , I think, is really relevant and may offend some people, but, if it does, fuck it!"
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| Martha |
quote:
Lazy Bones wrote:
Either version (21/22-Nov-03) of Masters Of War would be a nice piece on the album. The inclusion of the intro from the 21st would be treat, too...
"...anyway, this song , I think, is really relevant and may offend some people, but, if it does, fuck it!"
Come you masters of war
You that build all the guns
You that build the death planes
You that build the big 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 the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
As 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
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'll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand o'er your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead
Bob Dylan
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