Masters Of War

Come you masters of war You that build all the 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 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 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 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.------- Bob Dylan 1963

Monday, October 27, 2014

My taste and some photos of the delicious persimmons in Youngdong South Korea

I got here just in time for the persimmons harvest in  Youngdong South Korea.

I was also in Youngdong for the grape harvest and festival.
But the persimmon trees are everywhere. 

The trees look as if they are covered with orange Christmas ornaments while dropping their leaves. 

Everywhere you look some one is picking persimmons.
Some to be sold at market, others for home use.

Many are peeled then hung up to dry outside to be eaten at a later date.
The frost enhances their taste.

Youngdong and the surrounding area is one of the most beautiful places in South Korea.

The people are some of the nicest and welcoming you would ever want to meet.
Their sense of sharing is something i have never seen before. It is a custom that just comes naturally to them.

 I love it here.

Tao Dao Man

1 comment:

One Fly said...

Look'in good Angelo !!!