J’en vois déjà qui masquent. Eh oui, après Nergal de BEHEMOTH avec ME AND THAT MAN, son projet “country/folk”, et David Vincent (pas celui qui les a vus, l’ex-MORBID ANGEL), avec la country, c’est au tour de Robb Flynn de montrer que pour lui non plus, y’a pas que le metal dans la vie. Le leader de MACHINE HEAD a en effet composé un morceau aux accents folk, sobrement baptisé “Bastards”, qu’on le voit interpréter ci-dessous.
Un pamphlet contre Donald Trump, le 45e président des Etats-Unis, et les racistes (pléonasme ?), aux lyrics plutôt bien torchés d’ailleurs, qui prône la réflexion, l'espoir et la paix puisqu'il conclut par “Donnez-nous tous vos pédés, tous vos nègres et vos ordures, Donnez-nous tous vos musulmans, les soi-disants terroristes, Nous les accueillons à bras ouverts, qu'ils nous rejoignent, Nous sommes mieux ensemble, nos différences font notre force, N'oubliez pas l'amour! Nos paroles peuvent arrêter leurs armes, Oubliez les rednecks qui vivent dans le passé, Nous ne reviendrons jamais en arrière, nous avons atteint le point critique"…
Les anglophones apprécieront, les autres pourront toujours chercher de l’aide du côté de Google Translation pour comprendre l'intégralité du texte…
“Bastards”
Yesterday I told my sons "sometimes the bad guys win"
And that it made me scared about the world that we live in
But I had to reassure them that it wouldn’t be for long
Sons we have to be ourselves
We have to be strong
I said “sons you are the future, so let this be a lesson”
There may come a day you have to fight off their aggression
Cause fear and hatred won today, the darkness ate the light
But both you look in my eyes, “it’ll be all right”
In every step you take,
I'm with you all the way,
Cause I would die for you
And do what’s right for you
In hopes that when I’m gone
You’ll carry on these words I wrote for you
Til then…
I’ll sing
Stand your ground
Don’t let the bastards grind you down
Be bold, be strange
Don’t let their fears make you afraid
There’s hope, they’ll change
Today I looked out to the world, thought "what a bloody mess!”
They stripped our morals from us, put 'em under house arrest
"Liberty" and "country" are the words they need to speak
A little “god” a little “freedom”, if we don’t agree we're weak
And every politician stood there idle and so smug
Empowering the racists and 2nd Amendment thugs
Wall St and the billionaires, thinking they’re so smart
Saying “vote with your wallets, instead of with your hearts!”
But we wont go away!
You won’t forget our name!
The pussy generation, the PC and the brave
The protesters that slink along the streets of misery
And so…
I’ll sing
Stand your ground
Don’t let the bastards grind you down
Be bold, be strange
Don’t let their fears make you afraid
There’s hope, they’ll change
No, no, no, no, no
So give us all your faggots, all your niggers and your skunks
Give us all your muslims, the so-called terrorists
We welcome them with open arms, put ‘em in our mix
We’re better off together, embrace our difference
Remember there is love!
Our words can stop their guns
Forget the rednecks
Living in the past
Were never going back now, we've reached critical mass
And so…
I’ll sing
Stand my ground
Won’t let the bastards grind me down
I’m bold, I’m strange
Won’t let their fears make me afraid
There’s hope, they’ll change
