Engagé...

Union Sundown

Well, my shoes, they come from Singapore,
My flashlight's from Taiwan,
My tablecloth's from Malaysia,
My belt buckle's from the Amazon.
You know, this shirt I wear comes from the Philippines
And the car I drive is a Chevrolet,
It was put together down in Argentina
By a guy makin' thirty cents a day.

Well, it's sundown on the union
And what's made in the U.S.A.
Sure was a good idea
'Til greed got in the way.

Well, this silk dress is from Hong Kong
And the pearls are from Japan.
Well, the dog collar's from India
And the flower pot's from Pakistan.
All the furniture, it says "Made in Brazil"
Where a woman, she slaved for sure
Bringin' home thirty cents a day to a family of twelve,
You know, that's a lot of money to her.
.
Well, you know, lots of people complainin' that there is no work.
I say, "Why you say that for
When nothin' you got is U.S.-made?"
They don't make nothin' here no more,
You know, capitalism is above the law.
It say, "It don't count 'less it sells."
When it costs too much to build it at home
You just build it cheaper someplace else.
.
Well, the job that you used to have,
They gave it to somebody down in El Salvador.
The unions are big business, friend,
And they're goin' out like a dinosaur.
They used to grow food in Kansas
Now they want to grow it on the moon and eat it raw.
I can see the day coming when even your home garden
Is gonna be against the law.

Democracy don't rule the world,
You'd better get that in your head.
This world is ruled by violence
But I guess that's better left unsaid.
From Broadway to the Milky Way,
That's a lot of territory indeed
And a man's gonna do what he has to do
When he's got a hungry mouth to feed.

Je viens de tomber là-dessus, jamais entendu, ça vient de l'album Infidels semble-t-il, curieux.
Et, évidemment, ce n'est pas l'oeuvre d'un artiste engagé !

L'adresse d'un site sur le sujet

http://www.lancefuhrer.com/Dylan.htm

Sinon, une que j'aime bien

The Death of Emmett Till, Bob Dylan  
 
'Twas down in Mississippi not so long ago,
When a young boy from Chicago town walked in a Southern door.
This boy's frightful tragedy you should all remember well,
The color of his skin was black and his name was Emmett Till.
 
Some men they dragged him to a barn and there they beat him up.
They said they had a reason, but I disremember what.
They tortured him and did some things too evil to repeat.
There was screaming sounds inside the barn, there was laughing sounds out on the street.
 
Then they rolled his body down a gulf amidst the blood-red rain
And they threw him in the waters wide to cease his screaming pain.
The reason that they killed him there, and I'm sure it ain't no lie,
He was a black-skinned boy, so he was born to die.
 
And then to stop the United States of yelling for a trial,
Two brothers they confessed that they had killed poor Emmett Till.
But on the jury there were men who helped the brothers commit this awful crime,
And so this trial was a mockery, but nobody seemed to mind.
 
I saw the morning papers but I could not bear  
To see the smiling brothers walkin' down the courthouse stairs.
For the jury found them innocent and the brothers they went free,
While Emmett's body still floats the foam of a Jim Crow southern sea.
 
If you can't speak out against this kind of thing, a crime that's so unjust,
Your eyes are filled with dead men's dirt, your mind is filled with dust.
Your arms and legs they must be in shackles and chains, and your blood it must cease to flow,
For you let this human race fall down so God-awful low!
 
This song is just a reminder to remind your fellow man
That this kind of thing still lives today in that ghost-robed Ku Klux Klan.
But if all  us folks that thinks alike, if we'd give all we could give,
We could make this great land of ours a greater place to live.

(Toi aussi ami du forum, perfectionne ton anglais en t'amusant !)

Alors, Dylan, gauchiste ?

Mr. Oyster a écrit:

(Toi aussi ami du forum, perfectionne ton anglais en t'amusant !)

Alors, Dylan, gauchiste ?

Nan, je pense pas, il s'est toujours situé en marge du débat politique. Cela dit, of course que ces idées sont plus "gauchisantes" que "fascisantes"...

Au fait, pour ceux qui ne connaissent pas "The Death Of Emmett Till", voici la chanson!

Pareil, vous avez 7 jours à compter d'aujourd'hui...

http://s52.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=0MFXO9TOG8NUI0TDTDDU3I6LBN

(la chanson apparaît sur le bootleg "The Freewheelin' Outtakes")