Qu'écoutez-vous en ce moment ?

La musique adoucit les moeurs c'est bien connu , dans mon cas elles permettent de laisser vagabonder mon esprit ou de m'inventer des histoires.

En ce moment j'écoute surtout de la musique type "country", notamment celles qui ont trait à la guerre civile américaine.

Voici quelques exemples:

"The night they drove old dixie down" par Johnny Cash, cette chanson date de 1969 et a été reprise par de nombreux artistes.
C'est la voix de ce chanteur qui me touche le plus, les paroles sont simplement magnifiques et peuvent s'appliquer à toutes les causes perdues, elles décrivent les sentiments de soldats sudistes quand l'armée de l'union a descendu leur drapeau suite à la capitulation de la confédération.
Dommage cette version n'est pas complète mais on peut la trouver, chantée par d'autres artistes.

Voici les paroles:

Virgil Caine is the name, and I served on the Danville train,
Til Stoneman's cavalry came and tore up the tracks again.
In the winter of '65, We were hungry, just barely alive.
By May tenth, Richmond had fell, it's a time I remember, oh so well,

The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down, when all the bells were ringing,
The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down, and all the people were singin'. They went,
Na, Na, Na, Na, Na, Na, Na, Na,
Na, Na, Na, Na, Na, Na,
Na, Na, Na,


Back with my wife in Tennessee, When one day she called to me,
Said "Virgil, quick, come and see, there goes the Robert E. Lee!"
Now I don't mind choppin' wood, and I don't care if the money's no good.
Ya take what ya need and ya leave the rest,
But they should never have taken the very best.

The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down, when all the bells were ringing,
The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down, and all the people were singin'. They went,
Na, Na, Na, Na, Na, Na, Na, Na,
Na, Na, Na, Na, Na, Na,
Na, Na, Na,

Like my father before me, I will work the land,
And like my brother above me, who took a rebel stand.
He was just eighteen, proud and brave, But a Yankee laid him in his grave,
And I swear by the mud below my feet,
You can't raise a Caine back up when he's in defeat.

The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down, when all the bells were ringing,
The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down, and all the people were singin'. They went,
Na, Na, Na, Na, Na, Na, Na, Na,
Na, Na, Na, Na, Na, Na,
Na, Na, Na,



J'ai également découvert le groupe "rebel son" et cette chanson dont la mélodie est très jolie:

Voici les paroles:

I was just a little boy in elementary school
English and Math and Science class
Learning the golden rule
I learned how to add and how to subtract
How to multiply and divide
I learned about bugs and I learned about plants 
And I learned how to read and write
But my most favorite class of all was my last class of the day
When my history teacher would tell us tales of old times long gone away
I was amazed at the way she knew all the people and their names and the places and the dates
Cuz when I first learned about General Lee and his 13 rebel states.

One day she came to school with a big brown grocery bag
She opened it up we all helped her hold her up
This great big X-shaped flag
She said "Class, now only a fool would tell you this flag is a symbol of hate
It represents the men who fought and died with pride for our Confederate states
Your assignment tonight, I want you to write, I want you to pretend
That one of these brave men came back to life,
What would you say to him
Well the school bell rang and I thought and I thought as the bus carried me across town
I got out my pencil and my notebook pad and this is what I wrote down

I wrote

Mr. Confederate man,
I'd like to shake your hand
For giving your life for Dixieland
Mr. Confederate man,

The next day in history class, I put my paper on the teacher's desk
Then she called me up in front of everyone, because she said she liked mine the best
As I walked up to the head of the class, my teacher smiled and she nodded at me
Then I saw a tear roll down her cheek as I began to read

I read

Mr. Confederate man,
I'd like to shake your hand
For giving your life for Dixieland
Mr. Confederate man,

I was at home reading through the news, just the other day
When I ran across my old teacher's name and I saw that she had passed away
With a bitter-sweet smile I looked up at my wall, a wrinkled paper and an old wood frame
Where underneath penciled words almost faded away, she had marked a great big red A
Plus

Mr. Confederate man,
I'd like to shake your hand
For giving your life for Dixieland
Mr. Confederate man,

I wrote

Mr. Confederate man,
I'd like to shake your hand
For giving your life for Dixieland
Mr. Confederate man...



Je vous souhaite une bonne ballade dans les plantations de coton et le long du mississipi en bateau à roue.