About Bob Dylan.

In the late 1970s, Bob Dylan became a born-again Christian and released two albums of Christian gospel music. 'Slow Train Coming' (1979) featured the guitar accompaniment of Mark Knopfler (of Dire Straits) and was produced by veteran R&B producer, Jerry Wexler. Wexler recalled that when Dylan had tried to evangelize him during the recording, he replied: "Bob, you're dealing with a sixty-two-year old Jewish atheist. Let's just make an album." The album won Dylan a Grammy Award as "Best Male Vocalist" for the song " Gotta Serve Somebody ". The second evangelical album, 'Saved' (1980), received mixed reviews, and was described by Dylan critic Michael Gray as "the nearest thing to a follow-up album Dylan has ever made, Slow Train Coming II and inferior." When touring from the fall of 1979 through the spring of 1980, Dylan would not play any of his older, secular works, and he delivered declarations of his faith from the stage, such as:

Years ago they ... said I was a prophet. I used to say, "No I'm not a prophet" they say "Yes you are, you're a prophet." I said, "No it's not me." They used to say "You sure are a prophet." They used to convince me I was a prophet. Now I come out and say Jesus Christ is the answer. They say, "Bob Dylan's no prophet." They just can't handle 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...Then you turn and run farther when the fast bullet flies.

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 sit back and watch...As the death toll gets higher...You hide in your mansions...As 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...That all the money you made will never buy back your soul.

And I hope that you die...And your death'll come soon...I'll follow your casket...On a pale afternoon...And I'll watch while you're lowered...Down to your death bed...And I'll stand over your grave until I'm sure that you're dead."

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