Neil Young - After The Gold Rush (from After The Gold Rush)
(Marc Chagall, Les Amoureux Au Clair De Lune)
Trois couplets, trois époques pour montrer la progressive exctinction de notre planète engendré par l'évolution de l'espèce humaine.
Le passé, quand les premiers hommes commençaient à coloniser la Terre, au son des chants, des fanfares, des armures et des cris de guerre.
Le présent, quand, les yeux rivés sur la Lune, on refuse de croire que tout puisse disparaitre.
Le futur enfin, quand, condamnés, on se prend à rêver de ce que l'on aurait pu faire, en regardant partir les quelques élus emmener ce qu'il reste de nature, et reposer tous leurs espoirs sur le vestige de ce qu'ils possédaient autrefois, là où se trouve maintenant leur dernière chance de survie, loin dans le ciel.
Tout ceci n'est bien sûr qu'un rêve. Mais ne sommes-nous pas justement à l'époque des rêves?
Well, I dreamed I saw the knights
In armor coming,
Saying something about a queen.
There were peasants singing and
Drummers drumming
And the archer split the tree.
There was a fanfare blowing
To the sun
That was floating on the breeze.
Look at Mother Nature on the run
In the nineteen seventies.
Look at Mother Nature on the run
In the nineteen seventies.
I was lying in a burned out basement
With the full moon in my eyes.
I was hoping for replacement
When the sun burst thru the sky.
There was a band playing in my head
And I felt like getting high.
I was thinking about what a
Friend had said
I was hoping it was a lie.
Thinking about what a
Friend had said
I was hoping it was a lie.
Well, I dreamed I saw the silver
Space ships flying
In the yellow haze of the sun,
There were children crying
And colors flying
All around the chosen ones.
All in a dream, all in a dream
The loading had begun.
They were flying Mother Nature's
Silver seed to a new home in the sun.
Flying Mother Nature's
Silver seed to a new home.
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