Last Of The Protest Singers

Harry Chapin

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Open: He’s the last of the protest singers Selling truth and commitment He don’t get much work these days He’s billed as a novelty act And he stands there with his thumb out Hitchin’ a ride towards the rainbow That only he sees shining there They say he’s a fool and that’s a fact.                                   - - - Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh Yes he’s the last of the protest singers But somehow I believe him As he strums on cold street corners singing It’s what I say not what I am. Late at night I hold him He shivers and hides his crying And says "Should I just play some Rock ’n Roll ’cause nobody really gives a damn?"                                   -    Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh I said "That’s really not good enough Because there’s enough of that kind of stuff!" And I say "That’s really not good enough Because there’s enough of that kind of stuff!" And he says "I can’t believe nobody cares anymore." And he says "I can’t believe nobody shares anymore." And he says "I can’t believe nobody’s there like before."                                                        - - - - - He says "I can’t believe it’s really true. Don’t you care anymore?" Yes he’s the last of the protest singers Staring as he’s strumming For he sees the dark clouds coming now And he says he feels those first few drops He sees he can not reach them But he tries to sing out louder And I say "You’re getting hoarser boy." He says "Should I give up and stop?"                                   -    Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh And I say "That’s really not good enough Because there’s enough of that kind of stuff" And I say "That’s really not good enough Because there’s enough of that kind of stuff!" And he says "I can’t believe nobody cares anymore." And he says "I can’t believe nobody shares anymore." And he says "I can’t believe nobody’s there like before."                                                        - - - - - He says "I can’t believe it’s really true. Don’t you care anymore?" Yes he’s the last of the protest singers Selling truth and commitment He don’t get much work these days He’s billed as a novelty act And he stands there with his thumb out Hitchin’ a ride towards the rainbow That only he sees shining there They say he’s a fool and that’s a fact.                                   -    Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh "There’s enough of that kind of stuff!" And I say "That’s really not good enough Because there’s enough of that kind of stuff!" And he says "I can’t believe nobody cares anymore." And he says "I can’t believe nobody shares anymore." And he says "I can’t believe nobody’s there like before."                                                        - - - - - He says "I can’t believe it’s really true. Don’t you care anymore?" Yes he’s the last of the protest singers...

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Cette chanson évoque le dernier chanteur engagé, qui continue de défendre la vérité et la passion malgré une indifférence croissante autour de lui. Il se débat entre sa foi dans son message et la réalité décevante de ne pas se faire entendre, se considérant parfois comme un clown ou un relégué. Les paroles montrent ses doutes, sa lutte contre le découragement et son sentiment de solitude face à un monde qui semble avoir perdu son humanité et sa solidarité. Le contexte de cette chanson reflète une époque où les voix de contestation se font rares, où les chanteurs de protestation ne sont plus populaires et peinent à trouver leur place. Ce sentiment de désespoir résonne à travers ses accords, alors qu'il continue de chanter pour un idéal qu'il est le seul à percevoir, espérant que quelqu'un l'entendra encore.