Lorsque est sorti, en 2005,
le dernier album des Stones, intitulé " A bigger Bang ",
les deux singles qui ont été élus pour le représenter ont été successivement " Streets of love ", puis " Rain fall down " mais, indéniablement,
LE morceau qui fit le plus parler de cet album fut celui auquel nous allons ici nous intéresser, " Sweet Neo-con ".
Pourquoi ce morceau a-t-il fait parler de lui ?
LE morceau qui fit le plus parler de cet album fut celui auquel nous allons ici nous intéresser, " Sweet Neo-con ".
Pourquoi ce morceau a-t-il fait parler de lui ?
Parce que, quoi qu'en dise Mick Jagger
(qui a déclaré que " ce n'est pas poli de prendre parti dans des élections étrangères "), il s'agit ni plus ni moins d'un pamphlet assassin à l'adresse de l'administration Bush et de Bush lui-même.
(qui a déclaré que " ce n'est pas poli de prendre parti dans des élections étrangères "), il s'agit ni plus ni moins d'un pamphlet assassin à l'adresse de l'administration Bush et de Bush lui-même.
Pour cette raison, ce morceau a été interdit de diffusion à plusieurs occasions et est bien évidemment le sujet d'une controverse plutôt agitée.
Le seul effet qu'à la censure quand elle s'attaque à des gros groupes, c'est d'encourager un intérêt encore plus vif de la part du public.
L'arroseur arrosé à la sauce de l'industrie du disque.
Dès le premier couplet, on voit que " Sir " Jagger ne fait pas dans la dentelle
Dès le premier couplet, on voit que " Sir " Jagger ne fait pas dans la dentelle
Tout au long du morceau, le gouvernement est attaqué de tous les
côtés : aspect religieux des discours politiques (bien qu'on puisse trouver ce reproche quelque peu injuste vu que pratiquement tous les présidents des Etats-Unis usaient et abusaient de citations bibliques),
appel au patriotisme (notamment pour pousser les jeunes à s'engager dans l'armée),
l'essence et son prix, bien entendu,
et la répression des opposants
côtés : aspect religieux des discours politiques (bien qu'on puisse trouver ce reproche quelque peu injuste vu que pratiquement tous les présidents des Etats-Unis usaient et abusaient de citations bibliques),
appel au patriotisme (notamment pour pousser les jeunes à s'engager dans l'armée),
l'essence et son prix, bien entendu,
et la répression des opposants
(" If you're against us, i's prison whithout trial " / " Si vous êtes contre nous, c'est la prison sans procès ").
Dans les paroles de ce morceau, l'énonciation est assez intéressante : Jagger parle tantôt pour lui (1er couplet), tantôt pour l'ensemble des citoyens américains (couplets 2 et 5),
ou alors il se met carrément, sur un ton évidemment très ironique, à la place du gouvernement (couplets 3 et 6) ; et en ce sens les paroles
" Qui a besoin de ces amis ridicules / Nous n'avons besoin de personne " (" Who needs these foolish friendships / We're going it alone ") sont particulièrement virulentes :
" Qui a besoin de ces amis ridicules / Nous n'avons besoin de personne " (" Who needs these foolish friendships / We're going it alone ") sont particulièrement virulentes :
ici Jagger souligne la volonté d'indépendance bornée du gouvernement américain qui a décidé de faire ce qui lui plaisait avec ou sans l'accord de l'ONU.
On retrouve le refrain 3 fois dans la chanson, agrémenté à 2 reprises de paroles supplémentaires.
On retrouve le refrain 3 fois dans la chanson, agrémenté à 2 reprises de paroles supplémentaires.
Jagger ne croit pas que son
" cher neo-conservateur " pourra un jour faire quelque chose de bien
(" Si tu retrouvais le droit chemin je suis prêt à manger mon chapeau ")
et souligne une fois encore qu'il désapprouve l'usage fait de son argent par l'Etat américain
(" Où est parti tout notre argent ? Au Pentagone "), il trouve que les U. S. A. consacrent trop de leur budget à la défense et au financement de la guerre en Irak.
A noter que ce morceau a été écrit par Mick Jagger, et que Keith Richards ne voulait initialement pas qu'il paraisse,
il a déclaré :
A noter que ce morceau a été écrit par Mick Jagger, et que Keith Richards ne voulait initialement pas qu'il paraisse,
il a déclaré :
" Je pensais qu'il pouvait occulter le reste de l'album et être considéré comme de la publicité facile. Nous n'avons pas besoin de ça. Mais j'ai dit à Mick ? Si tu as vraiment envie de dire ce que tu as à dire, je te soutiendrai. '".
Preuve (ou pas) de l'implication toute particulière de Mick Jagger lui-même : il joue la guitare sèche, l'harmonica, la basse et les claviers sur ce morceau
Preuve (ou pas) de l'implication toute particulière de Mick Jagger lui-même : il joue la guitare sèche, l'harmonica, la basse et les claviers sur ce morceau
(en plus du chant, of course), la guitare électrique et la batterie étant laissées respectivement à Keith Richards et Charlie Watts.
Sweet Neo Con
(Jagger/Richards)
You call yourself a Christian
I think that you're a hypocrite
You say you are a patriot
I think that you're a crock of shit
(Jagger/Richards)
You call yourself a Christian
I think that you're a hypocrite
You say you are a patriot
I think that you're a crock of shit
And listen now, the gasoline
I drink it every day
But it's getting very pricey
And who is going to pay
How come you're so wrong
My sweet neo con.... Yeah
It's liberty for all
'Cause democracy's our style
I drink it every day
But it's getting very pricey
And who is going to pay
How come you're so wrong
My sweet neo con.... Yeah
It's liberty for all
'Cause democracy's our style
Unless you are against us
Then it's prison without trial
But one thing that is certain
Life is good at Haliburton
If you're really so astute
You should invest at Brown & Root.... Yeah
How come you're so wrong
My sweet neo con
If you turn out right
I'll eat my hat tonight
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah....
It's getting very scary
Yes, I'm frightened out of my wits
There's bombers in my bedroom
Yeah and it's giving me the shits
We must have lots more bases
To protect us from our foes
Who needs these foolish friendships
We're going it alone
How come you're so wrong
My sweet neo con
Where's the money gone
In the Pentagon
Yeah ha ha ha
Yeah, well, well
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...
Neo con
Then it's prison without trial
But one thing that is certain
Life is good at Haliburton
If you're really so astute
You should invest at Brown & Root.... Yeah
How come you're so wrong
My sweet neo con
If you turn out right
I'll eat my hat tonight
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah....
It's getting very scary
Yes, I'm frightened out of my wits
There's bombers in my bedroom
Yeah and it's giving me the shits
We must have lots more bases
To protect us from our foes
Who needs these foolish friendships
We're going it alone
How come you're so wrong
My sweet neo con
Where's the money gone
In the Pentagon
Yeah ha ha ha
Yeah, well, well
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...
Neo con
(1)Multinationale spécialisée dans les hydrocarbures (gaz et essence).
(2) Société du bâtiment et de l'industrie du génie civil, c'est une filière de Halliburton qui s'est vu confier plusieurs contrats par le gouvernement américain pendant la Seconde Guerre Mondiale, la Guerre du Viet-Nam et la guerre en Irak.
(2) Société du bâtiment et de l'industrie du génie civil, c'est une filière de Halliburton qui s'est vu confier plusieurs contrats par le gouvernement américain pendant la Seconde Guerre Mondiale, la Guerre du Viet-Nam et la guerre en Irak.
Cher Neo-Conservateur
(Jagger/Richards)
Tu te dis chrétien
Mais pour moi tu n'es qu'un hypocrite
Tu te dis patriote
Mais pour moi tu n'es qu'un tas de merde
Pour tout vous dire, j'aime l'essence
J'en bois tous les jours
Mais ça devient de plus en plus cher
Et c'est à qui de payer ?
Comment as-tu pu tomber si bas
Mon cher néo-conservateur
La liberté pour tous
Parce que la démocratie est notre créneau
Mais si vous êtes contre nous
Alors c'est la prison sans procès
En tout cas une chose est sûre
Il fait bon vivre à Halliburton (1)
Et si tu es si futé
Tu devrais investir dans Brown&Root (2)
Yeah
Comment as-tu pu tomber si bas
Mon cher néo-conservateur
Et si tu retrouvais le droit chemin
Je suis prêt à manger mon chapeau
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ?
Ca devient flippant
Je sens la peur au plus profond de moi
Il y a des bombardiers dans ma chambre
Yeah Et j'ai les foies
Nous aurions du armer plus de bases
Pour nous protéger de nos ennemis
Qui a besoin de ces amis ridicules
Nous n'avons besoin de personne
Comment as-tu pu tomber si bas
Mon cher néo-conservateur
Où est parti tout notre argent ?
Au pentagone
Yeah ha ha ha
Yeah, c'est ça, c'est ça
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...
Neo-conservateur
Look What The Cat Dragged In
(Jagger/Richards)
(Jagger/Richards)
I know that you like to go out drinking
And you love to have a good time
You came in when I was drinking coffee
Having breakfast on a bad night
I won't interrogate you and I never will berate you
But your light's on
From where you've been
Lost weekend
What's that look on your face
It must have been the walk of shame
Your eyes are all red, get ready for bed
Your hair's all over the place
And look what the cat dragged in
Don't you call me a friend
Get out of my house with your dirty old mouth
Take yourself out again
Look what the cat dragged in
Yeah, you take it right out again
Yeah, look what the cat dragged in
Yeah, take it right out again
Looking at the sunday papers up what all the ladies did was so quiet
Checking what was going on in Syria and Lebanon
A bad pride, bad bribe
I'm going to criticize you and I hate to ostracize you
What a bad night
Where you've been
Lost weekend
You look like a tumble of spades
It must get a horrible taste
You look like a fucker, Sergeant Pepper
Are you going to throw up all over my face
Look what the cat dragged in
Take it right out again
Get out of my house with your dirty old mouth
Take it right out again
Look what the cat dragged in
Yeah, never do that my friend
Yeah, look what the cat dragged in
Look what the cat, look what the cat, look what the cat dragged in
And you love to have a good time
You came in when I was drinking coffee
Having breakfast on a bad night
I won't interrogate you and I never will berate you
But your light's on
From where you've been
Lost weekend
What's that look on your face
It must have been the walk of shame
Your eyes are all red, get ready for bed
Your hair's all over the place
And look what the cat dragged in
Don't you call me a friend
Get out of my house with your dirty old mouth
Take yourself out again
Look what the cat dragged in
Yeah, you take it right out again
Yeah, look what the cat dragged in
Yeah, take it right out again
Looking at the sunday papers up what all the ladies did was so quiet
Checking what was going on in Syria and Lebanon
A bad pride, bad bribe
I'm going to criticize you and I hate to ostracize you
What a bad night
Where you've been
Lost weekend
You look like a tumble of spades
It must get a horrible taste
You look like a fucker, Sergeant Pepper
Are you going to throw up all over my face
Look what the cat dragged in
Take it right out again
Get out of my house with your dirty old mouth
Take it right out again
Look what the cat dragged in
Yeah, never do that my friend
Yeah, look what the cat dragged in
Look what the cat, look what the cat, look what the cat dragged in
Si quelqu'un peut m'envoyer la traduction, je l'ajouterai. Merci
Driving Too Fast
(Jagger/Richards)
You can follow the road to the mountain
Or the track leading down to the beach
You can go where your life go left or go right
It's you in the driver's seat
But if the rain starts swamping your windscreen
And the lights don't piss through the night
And the truck's coming at you, just going to splash you
The highway's blinding bright
You're going out of your brain, out of your mind
You're so deranged, you're going blind
You're driving too fast
You went straight past the curve and you never go back
Driving too fast
The road was a blur and it all turned to black
Driving too fast
Hang on to the wheel, I think you're going to crash
You can see the freeway divided
It's a pity you can't take 'em both
One leads to the valley or down some blind alley
The other runs down to the coast
Too many roads lead to nowhere
But how they twist and they turn
And a dead end and a dusty old strip mall
Where your tires are all shredded and burned
You're going out of your brain, out of your mind
Going insane, you're going blind... Yeah
You're driving too fast
You slip through the curve and your slam through the flat
Driving too fast
Now you never go back
Driving too fast
Yeah and it's all time to pass, yeah
You're driving too fast
Hang on for your life, I think you're going to crash
You're going out of your brain, out of your mind
You're so deranged, you're going blind
You're driving too fast
You slip pass the time, never go back
Driving too fast
You spin through the curve and you burn off the track
Driving too fast
You're running out of gas
Driving too fast
Hang on to the wheel, I think we're going to crash
Yeah
Driving too fast, Yeah...
(Jagger/Richards)
You can follow the road to the mountain
Or the track leading down to the beach
You can go where your life go left or go right
It's you in the driver's seat
But if the rain starts swamping your windscreen
And the lights don't piss through the night
And the truck's coming at you, just going to splash you
The highway's blinding bright
You're going out of your brain, out of your mind
You're so deranged, you're going blind
You're driving too fast
You went straight past the curve and you never go back
Driving too fast
The road was a blur and it all turned to black
Driving too fast
Hang on to the wheel, I think you're going to crash
You can see the freeway divided
It's a pity you can't take 'em both
One leads to the valley or down some blind alley
The other runs down to the coast
Too many roads lead to nowhere
But how they twist and they turn
And a dead end and a dusty old strip mall
Where your tires are all shredded and burned
You're going out of your brain, out of your mind
Going insane, you're going blind... Yeah
You're driving too fast
You slip through the curve and your slam through the flat
Driving too fast
Now you never go back
Driving too fast
Yeah and it's all time to pass, yeah
You're driving too fast
Hang on for your life, I think you're going to crash
You're going out of your brain, out of your mind
You're so deranged, you're going blind
You're driving too fast
You slip pass the time, never go back
Driving too fast
You spin through the curve and you burn off the track
Driving too fast
You're running out of gas
Driving too fast
Hang on to the wheel, I think we're going to crash
Yeah
Driving too fast, Yeah...
Si quelqu'un peut m'envoyer la traduction, je l'ajouterai. Merci
Infamy
(Jagger/Richards)
Don't you know you've got it in for me(Jagger/Richards)
I knew it right from the start
I'm still learning my lines baby
Since you've rewritten my part
Oh why have you got it in for me
Things they are not what they seem
You're living in a nightmare baby
But I mistook it for a dream
Yeah just for a dream
But I mistook it all for a dream, yeah
You've got it in for me
I know you've got it in for me
You didn't miss a thing
It's you that wrote the song, baby
But me who's got to sing
I knew you had it in for me
Where you take it from here?
We got along so famously
This time you made it clear, yeah
You made it very, very clear
You made it abundantly clear
You've got it in for me
I knew it right from the start
You've already convicted me
Why are you hard on my heart
Ooh you're right on my heart
Oh yes so hard
So hard on my heart (you got it in for me)
Ooh in for me, baby (you got it in for me)
Why, baby, why baby why? (you got it in for me)
All you want to do is wipe the floor with me (you got it in for me)
Come on - why, baby, why? (you got it in for me)
Hummm.
Right from the start (you got it in for me)
Yes you've got it in for me (you got it in for me)
In for me right from the start (you got it in for me)
I should have seen it coming (you got it in for me)
Fine, fine heart (you got it in for me)
Ooh yeah...
