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Cinq années qui comptent pour un homme.

Le Nobel de la paix décerné il y a 8 ans à Obama, avait étonné, c'était sur les annonces, sur ce que promettait un, voire deux mandats sur un programme qui devait effacer le mandat Bush.

Le Nobel de littérature, remis hier ne peut que nous émouvoir. Bob Dylan c'est l'émergence d'un homme dont cinq années ont suffit à faire la légende. De 1961 à 1966, des premiers enregistrements à 20 ans, des premiers concerts  à Newport jusqu'à la mutation et le concert de Londres 1966 après son accident de moto.

La cérémonie de remise du prix, Bobby absent mais représenté, sa lettre étonnée, où Patti Smith tant bouleversée qu'elle perdit les paroles de l'énigmatique "A hard rain's a gonna fall".

 

Car ce sont les longs textes de Dylan qui étaient à l'honneur, ces chansons que nous interprétions mal en France où nous comprenions mal l'anglais avec son accent.  

C'est l'occasion de regarder encore le documentaire de 3h30 de Martin Scorcèse passé sur Arte vendredi soir (jusqu'au 8 janvier). Le début des années 60 avant de nous atteindre avec la guerre froide, le mur de Berlin, les mots du jeune président démocrate, la menace de la bombe atomique à Cuba, la guerre du Vietnam et les paroles de Bob Dylan qui racontaient cela dans ses poésies chantées.  

 

Un grand moment, ça change par rapport à ce que les hommes en France ont fait de 5 années.

 

Oh, where have you been, my blue eyed son?
Oh, 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, and it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard
And it's a hard rain's a gonna fall

Oh, what did you see, my blue eyed son?
Oh, 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, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
And 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, it roared out a warnin'
Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world
Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a blazin'
Heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin'
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, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
And it's a hard rain's a gonna fall

Oh, who 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 with hatred
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
It's a hard rain's a gonna fall

Oh, what'll you do now, my blue eyed son?
Oh, 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 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
Where 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 it and think it and speak it and breathe it
And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it
Then I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin'
But I'll know my song well before I start singin'
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
It's a hard rain's a gonna fall

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