Chansons et auteur cultes

Lorsque Bob Dylan a écrit Blowin' In The Wind, c'était un illustre inconnu au physique ingrat et à la voix... nasillarde et dépourvue de toute trace de lyrisme. Peter, Paul and Mary, qui chantaient dans les coffee houses de Greenwich Village à New York, tout comme Bob Dylan, reprirent sa chanson en 1963 et ce fut LA chanson que tous associèrent avec le mouvement de libération des Noirs aux États-Unis. L'autre chanson culte, The Times They Are A'Changing.

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Puis, pour en finir avec ma rétrospective nostalgique des artistes américains de mon adolescence (pour le moment), voici un autre grand, un interprète noir des États-Unis présent à Woodstock (1969), Richie Havens. Manière particulière et bien à lui d'interpréter.

La chanson, toujours de Bob Dylan (1983). Vidéos ci-dessous.

Licence To Kill

Man thinks 'cause he rules the earth he can do with it as he please

And if things don't change soon, he will.

Oh, man has invented his doom,

First step was touching the moon.

Now, there's a woman on my block,

She just sits there as the night grows still.

She says Who's gonna take away his license to kill?

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Now, they take him and they teach him and they groom him for life

And they set him on a path where he's bound to get ill,

Then they bury him with stars,

Sell his body like they do used cars.

Now, there's a woman on my block,

She just sits there facin' the hill.

She says Who's gonna take away his license to kill?

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Now, he's hell-bent for destruction, he's afraid and confused,

And his brain has been mismanaged with great skill.

All he believes are his eyes

And his eyes, they just tell him lies.

But there's a woman on my block,

Sitting there in a cold chill.

She says Who's gonna take away his license to kill?

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Ya may be a noisemaker, spirit maker,

Heartbreaker, backbreaker,

Leave no stone unturned.

May be an actor in a plot,

That might be all that you got

'Till your error you clearly learn.

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Now he worships at an altar of a stagnant pool

And when he sees his reflection, he's fulfilled.

Oh, man is opposed to fair play,

He wants it all and he wants it his way.

Now, there's a woman on my block,

She just sits there as the night grows still.

She says Who's gonna take away his license to kill?