Talkin' John Birch Paranoid Blues

Bob Dylan

Ce chant est à 4 accords magiques! Il est montré ici dans la transposition originale: en le jouant avec des capo ou en le transposant, vous pouvez le ramener à Am, F, C, G.

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Well i was feelin sad and kinda blue I didn't know what i was gonna do The communists were comin' around They were in the air They were on the ground They wouldn't gimme no peace ... So I run down most hurriedly And joined up with the John Birch Society I got me a secret membership card And started off a-walkin' down the road Yee-hoo, I'm a real John Bircher now! Look out you Commies! Now we all agree with Hitler's views Although he killed six million Jews It don't matter too much that he was a Fascist At least you can't say he was a Communist! That's to say like if you got a cold you take a shot of malaria Well, I wus lookin' everywhere for them gol-darned Reds I got up in the mornin' 'n' looked under my bed Looked in the sink, behind the door Looked in the glove compartment of my car Couldn't find 'em ... I wus lookin' high an' low for them Reds everywhere I wus lookin' in the sink an' underneath the chair I looked way up my chimney hole I even looked deep down inside my toilet bowl They got away ... Well, I wus sittin' home alone an' started to sweat Figured they wus in my T.V. set Peeked behind the picture frame Got a shock from my feet, hittin' right up in the brain Them Reds caused it! I know they did ... them hard-core ones Well, I quit my job so I could work all alone Then I changed my name to Sherlock Holmes Followed some clues from my detective bag And discovered they wus red stripes on the American flag! That ol' Betsy Ross ... Well, I investigated all the books in the library Ninety percent of 'em gotta be burned away I investigated all the people that I knowed Ninety-eight percent of them gotta go The other two percent are fellow Birchers ... just like me Now Eisenhower, he's a Russian spy Lincoln, Jefferson and that Roosevelt guy To my knowledge there's just one man That's really a true American: George Lincoln Rockwell I know for a fact he hates Commies cus he picketed the movie Exodus Well, I fin'ly started thinkin' straight When I run outa things to investigate Couldn't imagine doin' anything else So now I'm sittin' home investigatin' myself! Hope I don't find out anything ... hmm, great God!

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La chanson aborde la paranoïa et l'angoisse d'un individu face à une menace perçue, symbolisée ici par le communisme. Le narrateur, se sentant angoissé et désespéré, décide de rejoindre une organisation qui lutte contre ce qu'il croit être une invasion communiste. Il se lance alors dans une quête absurde, cherchant partout des ennemis invisibles, illustrant une dérive paranoïaque où il crédite même des personnalités historiques de l'époque d'allégeance à cette idéologie. L'œuvre fait écho à un contexte historique marqué par la guerre froide et la peur du communisme aux États-Unis, révélant la façon dont cette anxiété peut mener à des conclusions irrationnelles et à une vision déformée de la réalité. Au fond, c'est aussi une critique de l'obsession pour la pureté idéologique qui peut conduire à l'isolement et à l'angoisse personnelle.

Le Chansonnier