Les chansons à texte, engagées, "universelles" bref celles qui font réfléchir

Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young - "Ohio" : http://www.deezer.com/music/track/3603958

Ecrite et composée par Neil Young en réaction à la fusillade qui a eu lieu le 4 mai 1970 à la Kent State University dans l'Etat de l'Ohio.

La Garde nationale de l'Ohio a ouvert le feu sur une manifestation pacifique d'étudiants qui protestaient contre l'invasion américaine du Cambodge : 4 morts et 9 blessés.

Tin soldiers and Nixon's coming,
We're finally on our own.
This summer I hear the drumming,
Four dead in Ohio.

Gotta get down to it
Soldiers are gunning us down
Should have been done long ago.
What if you knew her
And found her dead on the ground
How can you run when you know?

La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la.

Gotta get down to it
Soldiers are gunning us down
Should have been done long ago.
What if you knew her
And found her dead on the ground
How can you run when you know?

Tin soldiers and Nixon's coming,
We're finally on our own.
This summer I hear the drumming,
Four dead in Ohio.

Four dead in Ohio

Four dead in Ohio.

On pourrait peut-être mettre quelques paroles ?...

http://www.deezer.com/fr/music/playlist/28680858

Hi Hi! Kap! Tu as vu Le scorpion il nous met même les la la la la!

Bin c'est une playlist avec des chansons dedans !
à texte, qui font réfléchir...

Jump&See a écrit:

Hi Hi! Kap! Tu as vu Le scorpion il nous met même les la la la la!

C'est parfait

C'est juste que je pense que tant qu'à avoir un topic qui se concentre sur les paroles, autant les voirs, d'autant que je peux pas écouter les liens Deezer (et que je suis trop paresseuse pour chercher ailleurs )

Bref

Voilà des paroles engagées pour un problème social : le trop grand nombre de personnes qui n'ont aucun abri et qui ne peuvent vivre décemment

Encore un autre hiver,
un hiver ordinaire,
des familles a la ramasse,
et des soupes à la grimace.

Encore des mots sans cesse,
des serments, des promesses,
nos illusions qui s'envolent
aux vents des belles paroles

Sous notre bleu, blanc, rouge
impuissant, rien ne bouge.

Encore un horizon,
comme un mur de prison,
des prophètes et des archanges
mais jamais rien ne change

Encore toutes ces enfances,
nées du coté de pas de chance,
des parents qui démissionnent
et des écrans qui fonctionnent.

Mais qu'ils soient bleus, blancs, rouges;
les vœux, les discours, rien ne bouge,

Il était un pays qu'on citait en exemple,
qui disait droit de l'homme, égalité des chances,
un pays de bien vivre, autant que d’espérance,
Il était une fois mon beau pays de France,

Encore un autre hiver,
et si peu de colère,
les plus fragiles qui cassent,
et que veux tu qu'on y fasse.

Encore un peu d'espoir,
Moins laid de voiles noires,
Partout des femmes et des hommes,
qui s’élèvent et qui donnent.

Encore une chanson
qui dit simplement non,
des notes qui lèvent encore,
des Restos contre le sort.

Et des gens qui bougent encore.
Et des gens qui rêvent encore.
Pour inverser les sort
Et pour y croire encore
Il en faudra encore

(x3) Et nous on chante encore
Et de plus en plus fort

Encore, Encore, Encore...

Voilà pour la version originale

Phil Collins - "Another Day In Paradise" : http://www.deezer.com/music/track/3905056

She calls out to the man on the street, "Sir, can you help me?
It's cold and I've nowhere to sleep. Is there somewhere you can tell me?"
He walks on, doesn't look back, he pretends he can't hear her
He starts to whistle as he crosses the street, seems embarassed to be there

Oh, think twice, it's just another day for you and me in paradise
Oh, think twice, it's just another day for you, you and me in paradise
Just think about it

She calls out to the man on the street, he can see she's been crying
She's got blisters on the soles of her feet, she can't walk, but she's trying

Oh, just think twice, it's just another day for you and me in paradise
Oh yes, think twice, it's just another day for you, you and me in paradise
Just think about it, uh - huh, just think about it

Oh Lord, is there nothing more anybody can do
Oh oh Lord, there must be something you can say

You can tell by the lines on her face, you can see that she's been there
Probably been moved on from everyplace, cause she didn't fit in there

Oh yes, think twice, it's just another day for you and me in paradise
Oh yes, think twice, it's just another day for you, you and me in paradise
Just think about it, uh - huh, just think about it

It's just another day for you and me in paradise
It's just another day for you and me in paradise
It's just another day for you and me in paradise
It's just another day for you and me in paradise
It's just another day for you and me, it's another day for you and me
It's another day for you and me in paradise
In paradise, oh, oh, oh, oh yeah

Wouah Phil Collins !!! ♥

Tu ne connaissais pas la version originale ?

Si la version radio est la vraie version, oui ^^ mais sinon nan

Is This The World We Created

Just think of all those hungry mouths we have to feed
Take a look at all the suffering we breed
So many lonely faces scattered all around
Searching for what they need.

Is this the world we created
What did we do it for
Is this the world we invaded
Against the law
So it seems in the end
Is this what we're all living for today
The world that we created.

You know that everyday a helpless child is born
Who needs some loving care inside a happy home
Somewhere a wealthy man is sitting on his throne
Waiting for life to go by.

Is this the world we created, we made it on our own
Is this the world we devastated, right to the bone
If there's a God in the sky looking down
What can he think of what we've done
To the world that He created.

U2 - "Sunday Bloody Sunday" : http://www.deezer.com/music/track/1574150

Le dimanche 30 janvier 1972 à Derry en Irlande du Nord, des soldats du 1er Bataillon du Régiment de Parachutistes du Royaume-Uni tirent lors d'une marche de l'Association nord-irlandaise pour les droits civiques. Bilan : 14 victimes dont 7 adolescents.

Yeah...

I can't believe the news today
Oh, I can't close my eyes
And make it go away
How long...
How long must we sing this song
How long, how long...
'cause tonight...we can be as one
Tonight...

Broken bottles under children's feet
Bodies strewn across the dead end street
But I won't heed the battle call
It puts my back up
Puts my back up against the wall

Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday

And the battle's just begun
There's many lost, but tell me who has won
The trench is dug within our hearts
And mothers, children, brothers, sisters
Torn apart

Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday

How long...
How long must we sing this song
How long, how long...
'cause tonight...we can be as one
Tonight...tonight...

Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday

Wipe the tears from your eyes
Wipe your tears away
Oh, wipe your tears away
Oh, wipe your tears away
(Sunday, Bloody Sunday)
Oh, wipe your blood shot eyes
(Sunday, Bloody Sunday)

Sunday, Bloody Sunday (Sunday, Bloody Sunday)
Sunday, Bloody Sunday (Sunday, Bloody Sunday)

And it's true we are immune
When fact is fiction and TV reality
And today the millions cry
We eat and drink while tomorrow they die

(Sunday, Bloody Sunday)

The real battle just begun
To claim the victory Jesus won
On...

Sunday Bloody Sunday
Sunday Bloody Sunday...

Katie Melua - Spider's Web : Racisme, antimilitarisme,... la ligne entre le bien et le mal est parfois bien fine.


If a black man is racist, is it okay?
If it's the white man's racism that made him that way,
Because the bully's the victim they say,
By some sense they're all the same.

Because the line between,
Wrong and right,
Is the width of a thread,
From a spider's web.
The piano keys are black and white,
But they sound like a million colours in your mind.

I could tell you to go to war,
Or I could march for peace and fighting no more,
How do I know which is right,
And I hope he does when he sends you to fight.

Because the line between wrong and right,
Is the width of a thread from a spider's web,
The piano keys are black and white,
But they sound like a million colours in your mind.

Should we act on a blame?
Or should we chase the moments away?
Should we live?
Should we give?
Remember forever the guns and the feathers in time.
Because the line between wrong and right,
Is the width of a thread from a spider's web,
The piano keys are black and white,
But they sound like a million colours in your mind.
The piano keys are black and white,
But they sound like a million colours in your mind,
But they sound like a million colours in your mind


Kate Bush a eu aussi son lot de chansons qui font réfléchir

Kate Bush - Army Dreamers : les regrets d'une mère qui voit revenir le corps de son jeune fils, un rêveur devenu soldat.



Our little army boy
is coming from of B.F.P.O
I've a bunch of purple flowers
To decorate a mammy's hero.
Mourning in the aerodrome,
The weather warmer, he is colder,
Four men in uniform to carry home
My little soldier.

What could he do? Should have been a rock star,
But he didn't have the money for a guitar.
What could he do? Should have been a politician,
But he never had a proper education.
What could he do? Should have been a father,
But he didn't even make it to his twenties.
What a waste,
Army Dreamers.

Tears o'er a tin box,
Oh Jesus Christ, he wasn't to know,
Like a chicken with a fox,
He cannot win the war with ego.
Give the kid the pick of pips,
And give him all your stripes and ribbons,
Now he's sitting in his hole,
He might as well have buttons and bows.

What could he do? Should have been a rock star,
But he didn't have the money for a guitar.
What could he do? Should have been a politician,
But he never had a proper education.
What could he do? Should have been a father,
But he didn't even make it to his twenties.
What a waste,
Army Dreamers.

Kate Bush - The Dreaming : L'extermination des aborigènes d'Australie et la destruction de leur territoire pour y chercher de l'or.



'Bang!' goes another kanga
On the bonnet of the van.
"See the light ram through the gaps in the land."
Many an Aborigine's mistaken for a tree
'Til you near him on the motorway
And the tree begin to breathe.
"See the light ram through the gaps in the land."

("Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha")

Coming in with the golden light
In the morning.
Coming in with the golden light
Is the New Man.
Coming in with the golden light
Is my dented van.

Woomera.

"Dree-ee-ee-ee-ee-
A-a-a-a-a-
M-m-m-m-m-
Ti-ti-ti-ti-ti-
I-i-i-i-i-
Me-me-me-me-me,"

"Dree-ee-ee-ee-ee-"
Woomera.
"A-a-a-a-a-
M-m-m-m-m-
Ti-ti-ti-ti-ti-
I-i-i-i-i-
Me-me-me-me-me.

"Dree-ee-ee-ee-ee-
A-a-a-a-a-
M-m-m-m-m-
Ti-ti-ti-ti-ti-"

The civilized keep alive
The territorial war.
"See the light ram through the gaps in the land."
Erase the race that claim the place
And say we dig for ore,
Or dangle devils in a bottle
And push them from the Pull of the Bush.
"See the light ram through the gaps in the land."
You find them in the road.
"See the light bounce off the rocks to the sand."
In the road.

Coming in with the golden light
In the morning.
Coming in with the golden light
With no warning.
Coming in with the golden light
We bring in the rigging.
Dig, dig, dig, dig away.

"Dree-ee-ee-ee-ee-
A-a-a-a-a-
M-m-m-m-m-
Ti-ti-ti-ti-ti-
I-i-i-i-i-
Me-me-me-me-me,"

"Dree-ee-ee-ee-ee-"
Woomera.
"A-a-a-a-a-
M-m-m-m-m-
Ti-ti-ti-ti-ti-
I-i-i-i-i-
Me-me-me,"

"Dree-ee-ee-ee-ee-
A-a-a-a-a-
M-m-m-m-m-"
Woomera.
"Ti-ti-ti-ti-ti-
I-i-i-i-i-
Me-me-me-me-me,"

"Dree-ee-ee-ee-ee-
A-a-a-a-a-
M-m-m-m-m-
Ti-ti-ti-ti-ti-
I-i-i-i-i-"
Woomera.
"Me-me-me-me-me."

Ma-ma-many an Aborigine's mistaken for a tree
("La, la, oo-ooh!")
"See the light ram through the gaps in the land."
You near him on the motorway
And the tree begin to breathe.
Erase the race that claim the place
And say we dig for ore.
"See the light ram through the gaps in the land."
Dangle devils in a bottle
And push them from the Pull of the Bush.
"See the sun set in the hand of the man."

"Bang!" goes another kanga
On the bonnet of the van.
"See the light bounce off the rocks to the sand."
You find them in the road.
"See the light ram through the gaps in the land."
In the road.
"See the light."
("Push 'em from the")
Pull of the Bush.
"See the light bounce off the rocks to the sand."
("Push 'em from the")
Pull of the Bush.
"See the sun set in the hand of the man."

("Oh, re mikayina!")

Kate Bush - Breathing : Les dangers du nucléaire dénoncés, bien avant Tchernobyl et Fukushima, vue de la perspective d'un fœtus dans le ventre de sa mère.



Outside
Gets inside
Through her skin
I've been out before
But this time it's much safer in

Last night
In the sky
Such a bright light
My radar send me danger
But my instincts tell me to keep

Breathing
(Out, in, out, in, out, in...)
Breathing
Breathing my mother in
Breathing my beloved in
Breathing
Breathing her nicotine
Breathing
Breathing the fall-out in
Out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in

We've lost our chance
We're the first and the last
After the blast
Chips of plutonium
Are twinkling in every lung

I love my
Beloved
All and everywhere
Only the fools blew it
You and me
Knew life itself is

Breathing,
(Out, in, out, in, out...)
Breathing
Breathing my mother in
Breathing my beloved in
Breathing
Breathing her nicotine
Breathing
Breathing the fall-out in
Out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in
Out, in, out, in, out, in, out
(Out, out, out, out)

"In point of fact it is possible to tell the difference between a small nuclear explosion and a large one by a very simple method.
The calling card of a nuclear bomb is the blinding flash that is far more dazzling than any light on earth,
Brighter even than the sun itself and it is by the duration of this flash that we are able to determine the size of the weapon.
After the flash a fireball can be seen to rise, sucking up under it the debris, dust and living things around the area of the explosion,
And as this ascends, it soon becomes recognizable as the familiar "mushroom cloud".
As a demonstration of the flash duration test let's try and count the number of seconds for the flash emitted by a very small bomb;
Then a more substantial, medium-sized bomb;
And finally, one of our very powerful, 'high-yield' bombs

(What are we going to do without)
Please
(What are we going to do without)
Let me breathe
(What are we going to do without)
Quick, breathe in deep
(We are all going to die without)
Leave me something to breathe
(What are we going to do without)
Leave me something to breathe
(We are all going to die without)
God, please leave us something to breathe
(What are we going to do without)
Oh, life is

Breathing