Innocents | A Hard Rain’s A-Gonna Fall

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Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
And where have you been my darling young one?
I’ve stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains
I’ve walked and I’ve crawled on six crooked highways

I’ve stepped in the middle of seven sad forests
I’ve been out in front of a dozen dead oceans
I’ve been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard

And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, and it’s a hard
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall

Oh, what did you see, my blue eyed son?
And what did you see, my darling young one?
I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it
I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin’
I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin’

I saw a white ladder all covered with water
I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children

And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, and it’s a hard
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall

And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son?
And what did you hear, my darling young one?
I heard the sound of a thunder that roared out a warnin’
I heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world
I heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin’

I heard ten thousand whisperin’ and nobody listenin’
I heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin’
Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley

And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall

Oh, what did you meet my blue-eyed son ?
Who did you meet, my darling young one?
I met a young child beside a dead pony
I met a white man who walked a black dog
I met a young woman whose body was burning
I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow
I met one man who was wounded in love

I met another man who was wounded in hatred 

And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall

And what’ll you do now, my blue-eyed son?
And what’ll you do now my darling young one?
I’m a-goin’ back out ‘fore the rain starts a-fallin’
I’ll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest
Where the people are a many and their hands are all empty
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison

And the executioner’s face is always well hidden
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten
Where black is the color, where none is the number
And I’ll tell and speak it and think it and breathe it
And reflect from the mountain so all souls can see it
And I’ll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin’
But I’ll know my song well before I start singing

And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, and it’s a hard
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall

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Et Bis Repetita | The Times They Are A-Changin’

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Come gather around people, wherever you roam
And admit that the waters around you have grown
And accept it that soon you’ll be drenched to the bone
If your time to you is worth savin’

Then you better start swimmin’ or you’ll sink like a stone

For the times they are a-changin’

Come writers and critics, who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide, the chance won’t come again
And don’t speak too soon, for the wheel’s still in spin
And there’s no tellin’ who that it’s namin’
For the loser now will be later to win

For the times they are a-changin’

Come senators, congressmen, please heed the call
Don’t stand in the doorway, don’t block up the hall

For he that gets hurt will be he who has stalled
The battle outside ragin’
Will soon shake your windows and rattle your walls

For the times they are a-changin’

Come mothers and fathers throughout the land
And don’t criticize what you can’t understand
Your sons and your daughters are beyond your command
Your old road is rapidly aging
Please get out of the new one if you can’t lend your hand

For the times they are a-changin’

The line it is drawn, the curse it is cast

The slow one now will later be fast
As the present now will later be past
The order is rapidly fadin’
And the first one now will later be last
For the times they are a-changin’

Crédit photo : Lev Radin

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L’élection présidentielle américaine, une analyse approfondie et sérieuse.

D’un côté, Donald J. Trump, candidat à sa propre réélection. Caractériel, incisif, dur, cruel, impulsif, ancienne star de la télé réalité. Qualifié de raciste, d’antisémite, sexiste, qualifiant les suprematistes blanc comme des « good guys » et accros à Twitter. De l’autre côté, Joe Biden, ancien vice-président de Barack Obama. Il se présente avec Kamala Harris comme vice présidente, elle pourrait être la première femme Vice Présidente des Etats-Unis. Biden est plus connu sur l’internet comme étant le « Biden Bro », un meme devenu populaire après la victoire , surprise, de Trump en 2016, où les internautes le mettaient en scène en train d’essayer de faire de mauvaise blague à Trump quand avant son entrée à la Maison Blanche. Voilà pour la présentation des protagonistes.

Maintenant, comment fonctionne l’élection présidentielle américaine. Pas par le vote à la majorité comme chez nous en France (celui qui a le plus de vote gagne) mais par le vote des grands électeurs. Ainsi…

Non sérieusement, je crois qu’on à assez bouffé de politique américaine ces derniers jours, et de la politique de Trump et ses péripéties aussi pathétiques qu’inquiétantes les unes que les autres. Alors voilà un gif de chat et un gif de chien (pas de jaloux comme ça) pour oublié ce bordel mondial dans lequel nous vivons.

J’attends le prix Pullitzer pour cet article. Ne me remerciez pas.

P.s : Biden a gagné et tant mieux, je pense et je j’espère que l’Amérique pansera ses plaies laissé par l’administration Trump.

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