Early Roman Kings

Bob Dylan

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Accords : G : 355433 G11 : 333433 C : 8-10-10-988 C11 : 888988 | | | | | | Ah the early Roman kings in their shark skin suits. Bow ties and buttons high-top boots. Drivin' the spikes in blazin' the rails. Nailed in their coffins in top hats and tails. Fly away over fly away flap your wings. Fly by night like the early Roman kings. | | | | | | Ah the early Roman kings were never really born. Comin' down the mountain distributing the corn. Speedin' through the forest ah racin' down the track. Ya trying' to get away they drag you back. Tomorrow is Friday we'll see what it brings. Everybody's talkin' about the early Roman kings. | | | | | | The peddlers and the meddlers they buy and they sell. They destroyed your city they'll destroy you as well. They're lecherous and treacherous a-hell-bent for leather. Each of 'em bigger than all men put together. Sluggers and muggers wearin' fancy gold rings. All the women goin' crazy for the early Roman kings. | | | | | | I could dress up you wounds with a blood-clotted rag. I ain't afraid to make love to a bitch of a hag. If you see me comin' and you're standin' there Wave your handkerchief in the air. I ain't dead yet my bell still still rings. I keep my fingers crossed like the early Roman kings. | | | | | | I could strip you of life strip you of bread. Ship you down to the house of death. One day you will ask for me. They'll be no-one else that you'll wanna see. Bring down fiddle tune up my strings. I'm gonna brake it wide open like the early Roman kings. | | | | | | I was up on Black Mountain the day Detroit fell. They killed them all off and they sent them to Hell. Ding-dong-daddy you're comin' up short. They'll put you on trial in a Sicilian Court. I have had my fun I've had my flings. Goin' shake 'em on down like the early Roman kings. | | | | | |

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La chanson évoque la figure des premiers rois romains, représentant un monde de pouvoir, d'opulence et de décadence. Ces personnages, vêtus de costumes luxueux, semblent imprégnés d'une arrogance face aux autres, illustrant les travers et la corruption des élites. La narration aborde des thèmes tels que la lutte pour la survie dans un environnement hostile où ceux qui détiennent le pouvoir écrasent les plus faibles. Il y a une métaphore du combat contre une destinée écrasante, à travers des images saisissantes de désespoir et de défi. Dans un contexte plus large, cette œuvre peut être interprétée comme une critique sociale, reflétant les injustices et les abus de pouvoir qui persistent à travers l’histoire. Les rois romains, bien qu’évoqués de manière historique, deviennent ici des symboles d'une condition humaine plus universelle, dépeignant une lutte contre ceux qui sévissent sans scrupules.

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