mercredi 28 mars 2007

Peter Paul and Mary, ma très tendre adolescence. Je baignais dans le velours de leurs harmonies vocales.

Nous étions la première génération à croire que nous avions le pouvoir d'influencer. Les protestations contre la guerre au Vietnam, un idéal de paix qui, pour un instant fugace, s'est concrétisé.

Cette chanson que l'on attribue souvent à Bob Dylan, a été écrite par un auteur-compositeur canadien, Gordon Lightfoot. Voici les paroles...

In the early morning rain, with a dollar in my hand

And an aching in my heart, and my pockets full of sand

I'm a long way from home, and I miss my loved one so

In the early morning rain, with no place to go

Out on runway number nine, big 707 set to go

But I'm out here on the grass, with a pain that ever grows

Well the liquor tasted good, and the women all were fast

Well there she goes my friend, she is rolling down at last

Hear the mighty engine roar, see the silver wing on high

She's away and westward bound, far above the clouds she'll fly

Where the morning rain don't fall, and the sun always shines

She'll be flying over my home in about three hours' time

This old airport's got me down, it's no earthly good to me

'Cause I'm stuck here on the ground, cold and drunk as I might be

You can't jump a jet plane like you can a freight train

So I'd best be on my way in the early morning rain


1 commentaire:

Gracianne a dit...

Merci! You make my day.