Marchin to the City

Bob Dylan

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Well I'm sitting in church In an old wooden chair I knew nobody Would look for me there Sorrow and pity Rule the earth and the skies Looking for nothing Anyone's eyes Once I had pretty girls Did me wrong Now I'm marching to the city And the road ain't long Snowflakes are falling Around my head Lord have mercy It feel heavy like lead I been hit too hard Seen too much Nothing can heal me now But your touch Once I had a pretty girl She done me wrong Now I'm marching to the city And the road ain't long Loneliness Got a mind of its own The more people around The more you feel alone I'm chained to the earth Like a silent slave Trying to break free From the death stockade Once I had a pretty girl Done me wrong Now I'm marching to the city And the road ain't long Boys in the street Beginning to play Girls like birds Flying away I'm carrying the roses That were given to me And I'm thinking about paradise Wondering what it might be Once I had a pretty girl She done me wrong Now I'm marching to the city And the road ain't long Go over to London Maybe gay Paree Follow the river You get to the sea I was hoping we could drink from Life's clear streams I was hoping we could dream Life's pleasant dreams Once I had a pretty girl But she done me wrong Now I'm marching to the city And the road ain't long Well the weak get weaker And the strong stay strong The train keeps rolling All night long She looked at me With an irresistible glance With a smile That could make all the planets dance Once I had a pretty girl She did me wrong Now I'm marching to the city And the road ain't long My house is on fire Burning to the skies I thought the rain clouds But the clouds passed by When I'm gone You'll remember my name I'm gonna win my way To wealth and fame Once I had a pretty girl But she did me wrong Now I'm marching to the city And the road ain't long

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La chanson évoque une introspection profonde sur la solitude et les désillusions d'un cœur blessé. Le protagoniste se retrouve dans une église, perdu dans ses pensées, rappelant des souvenirs d'une belle relation qui s'est mal terminée. En déambulant vers la ville, il ressent le poids de la tristesse et la lutte contre des souvenirs douloureux qui l'attachent à la terre comme un esclave silencieux. Dans ce voyage, des images de beauté et de perte s'entrelacent : la joie d'une jeunesse pleine de promesses est tempérée par la réalité de la solitude, même en pleine foule. Il porte en lui les espoirs d'une vie meilleure, tout en se demandant ce que pourrait être le paradis. Son chemin est à la fois symbolique, évoquant la quête d'une forme de rédemption ou de paix intérieure, malgré les blessures du passé. C'est un parcours à la fois matériel et spirituel, un chemin vers la compréhension de soi au milieu de la douleur et des désillusions.

Le Chansonnier