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לא ממש בסגנון שכיוונת, אבל שיר הנושא של הסדרה מאש (*), חמוד ועם מילים נהדרות, מזכיר לרבים את וייטנאם, למרות שהסדרה טיפלה כביכול במלחמת קוריאה. * השיר Suicide is painless של Johnny Mandell
לא ממש בסגנון שכיוונת, אבל שיר הנושא של הסדרה מאש (*), חמוד ועם מילים נהדרות, מזכיר לרבים את וייטנאם, למרות שהסדרה טיפלה כביכול במלחמת קוריאה. * השיר Suicide is painless של Johnny Mandell
והנה עוד שיר אחד..
סיפור על חייל (ואמא שלו) שיצא למלחמה וחזר, בערך... השיר נכתב ב63 למרות שהפעם הראשונה שהוא הוקלט ויצא באלבום של דילן היתה ב95´, באנפלאגד שלו... הנה המילים: john brown John Brown went off to war to fight on a foreign shore. His mama sure was proud of him! He stood straight and tall in his uniform and all. His mama´s face broke out all in a grin. "Oh son, you look so fine, I´m glad you´re a son of mine, You make me proud to know you hold a gun. Do what the captain says, lots of medals you will get, And we´ll put them on the wall when you come home." As that old train pulled out, John´s ma began to shout, Tellin´ ev´ryone in the neighborhood: "That´s my son that´s about to go, he´s a soldier now, you know." She made well sure her neighbors understood. She got a letter once in a while and her face broke into a smile As she showed them to the people from next door. And she bragged about her son with his uniform and gun, And these things you called a good old-fashioned war. Oh! Good old-fashioned war! Then the letters ceased to come, for a long time they did not come. They ceased to come for about ten months or more. Then a letter finally came saying, "Go down and meet the train. Your son´s a-coming home from the war." She smiled and went right down, she looked everywhere around But she could not see her soldier son in sight. But as all the people passed, she saw her son at last, When she did she could hardly believe her eyes. Oh his face was all shot up and his hand was all blown off And he wore a metal brace around his waist. He whispered kind of slow, in a voice she did not know, While she couldn´t even recognize his face! Oh! Lord! Not even recognize his face. "Oh tell me, my darling son, pray tell me what they done. How is it you come to be this way?" He tried his best to talk but his mouth could hardly move And the mother had to turn her face away. "Don´t you remember, Ma, when I went off to war You thought it was the best thing I could do? I was on the battleground, you were home . . . acting proud. You wasn´t there standing in my shoes." "Oh, and I thought when I was there, God, what am I doing here? I´m a-tryin´ to kill somebody or die tryin´. But the thing that scared me most was when my enemy came close And I saw that his face looked just like mine." Oh! Lord! Just like mine! "And I couldn´t help but think, through the thunder rolling and stink, That I was just a puppet in a play. And through the roar and smoke, this string is finally broke, And a cannon ball blew my eyes away." As he turned away to walk, his Ma was still in shock At seein´ the metal brace that helped him stand. But as he turned to go, he called his mother close And he dropped his medals down into her hand.
סיפור על חייל (ואמא שלו) שיצא למלחמה וחזר, בערך... השיר נכתב ב63 למרות שהפעם הראשונה שהוא הוקלט ויצא באלבום של דילן היתה ב95´, באנפלאגד שלו... הנה המילים: john brown John Brown went off to war to fight on a foreign shore. His mama sure was proud of him! He stood straight and tall in his uniform and all. His mama´s face broke out all in a grin. "Oh son, you look so fine, I´m glad you´re a son of mine, You make me proud to know you hold a gun. Do what the captain says, lots of medals you will get, And we´ll put them on the wall when you come home." As that old train pulled out, John´s ma began to shout, Tellin´ ev´ryone in the neighborhood: "That´s my son that´s about to go, he´s a soldier now, you know." She made well sure her neighbors understood. She got a letter once in a while and her face broke into a smile As she showed them to the people from next door. And she bragged about her son with his uniform and gun, And these things you called a good old-fashioned war. Oh! Good old-fashioned war! Then the letters ceased to come, for a long time they did not come. They ceased to come for about ten months or more. Then a letter finally came saying, "Go down and meet the train. Your son´s a-coming home from the war." She smiled and went right down, she looked everywhere around But she could not see her soldier son in sight. But as all the people passed, she saw her son at last, When she did she could hardly believe her eyes. Oh his face was all shot up and his hand was all blown off And he wore a metal brace around his waist. He whispered kind of slow, in a voice she did not know, While she couldn´t even recognize his face! Oh! Lord! Not even recognize his face. "Oh tell me, my darling son, pray tell me what they done. How is it you come to be this way?" He tried his best to talk but his mouth could hardly move And the mother had to turn her face away. "Don´t you remember, Ma, when I went off to war You thought it was the best thing I could do? I was on the battleground, you were home . . . acting proud. You wasn´t there standing in my shoes." "Oh, and I thought when I was there, God, what am I doing here? I´m a-tryin´ to kill somebody or die tryin´. But the thing that scared me most was when my enemy came close And I saw that his face looked just like mine." Oh! Lord! Just like mine! "And I couldn´t help but think, through the thunder rolling and stink, That I was just a puppet in a play. And through the roar and smoke, this string is finally broke, And a cannon ball blew my eyes away." As he turned away to walk, his Ma was still in shock At seein´ the metal brace that helped him stand. But as he turned to go, he called his mother close And he dropped his medals down into her hand.
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השיר של בוב דילן שאני הכי אוהב, אדוני המלחמה (יש אגב תרגום מצויין של יהונתן גפן), והשיר הולך בערך ככה: 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
השיר של בוב דילן שאני הכי אוהב, אדוני המלחמה (יש אגב תרגום מצויין של יהונתן גפן), והשיר הולך בערך ככה: 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
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the grave The grave that they dug him had flowers Gathered from the hillsides in bright summer colors, And the brown earth bleached white at the edge of his gravestone. He´s gone. When the wars of our nation did beckon, A man barely twenty did answer the calling. Proud of the trust that he placed in our nation, He´s gone, But Eternity knows him, and it knows what we´ve done. And the rain fell like pearls on the leaves of the flowers Leaving brown, muddy clay where the earth had been dry. And deep in the trench he waited for hours, As he held to his rifle and prayed not to die. But the silence of night was shattered by fire As guns and grenades blasted sharp through the air. And one after another his comrades were slaughtered. In morgue of Marines, alone standing there. He crouched ever lower, ever lower with fear. "They can´t let me die! The can´t let me die here! I´ll cover myself with the mud and the earth. I´ll cover myself! I know I´m not brave! The earth! the earth! the earth is my grave." The grave that they dug him had flowers Gathered from the hillsides in bright summer colors, And the brown earth bleached white at the edge of his gravestone. He´s gone.
the grave The grave that they dug him had flowers Gathered from the hillsides in bright summer colors, And the brown earth bleached white at the edge of his gravestone. He´s gone. When the wars of our nation did beckon, A man barely twenty did answer the calling. Proud of the trust that he placed in our nation, He´s gone, But Eternity knows him, and it knows what we´ve done. And the rain fell like pearls on the leaves of the flowers Leaving brown, muddy clay where the earth had been dry. And deep in the trench he waited for hours, As he held to his rifle and prayed not to die. But the silence of night was shattered by fire As guns and grenades blasted sharp through the air. And one after another his comrades were slaughtered. In morgue of Marines, alone standing there. He crouched ever lower, ever lower with fear. "They can´t let me die! The can´t let me die here! I´ll cover myself with the mud and the earth. I´ll cover myself! I know I´m not brave! The earth! the earth! the earth is my grave." The grave that they dug him had flowers Gathered from the hillsides in bright summer colors, And the brown earth bleached white at the edge of his gravestone. He´s gone.
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