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I Pity the Poor Immigrant
John Wesley Harding
1967
Columbia
Paroles
I pity the poor immigrant
Who wishes he would've stayed home,
Who uses all his power to do evil
But in the end is always left so alone.
That man whom with his fingers cheats
And who lies with ev'ry breath,
Who passionately hates his life
And likewise, fears his death.
I pity the poor immigrant
Whose strength is spent in vain,
Whose heaven is like Ironsides,
Whose tears are like rain,
Who eats but is not satisfied,
Who hears but does not see,
Who falls in love with wealth itself
And turns his back on me.
I pity the poor immigrant
Who tramples through the mud,
Who fills his mouth with laughing
And who builds his town with blood,
Whose visions in the final end
Must shatter like the glass.
I pity the poor immigrant
When his gladness comes to pass.
Interprétation
Chant sombre sur l'exil et la violence du rêve américain, où l'immigrant, qui « ne peut pas se permettre de haïr », se débat dans un monde qui le rejette. La mélodie emprunte à un air irlandais.
La chanson, d'une gravité retenue, est l'une des plus belles de l'album, et l'une des plus dures. Elle rappelle que le retour à la terre de 1967 n'était pas un repli, mais une autre manière de parler du monde.
Folk biblique 1967
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