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  • Publiceret: 15 apr. 2016
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16. Ed Sheeran - Masters Of War

 

 

 

 

“I hope that you die, and your death comes soon. I will follow you casket in the pale afternoon. And 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.”

 

Den her sang er så god, og budskabet er så lorte godt, når man tager tiden, og hvem den er skrevet til, i betragtning. Man skal dog lige have lidt baggrundsviden for at kunne forstå teksten. Derudover synes jeg også, at teksten er så stærk, så jeg havde virkelig svært ved at vælge, hvilket vers jeg skulle vælge. 

Originalt er den skrevet af Bob Dylan, som også gør det super godt med denne sang.

​Ed Sheehan fortolker denne så perfekt, og jeg har elsket den i lang tid. Det håber jeg også, at I vil.x

 

​Ed Sheeran - Masters Of War

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
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
While the 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
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'll come soon
I will follow your casket
By 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



 

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