IMAGINE

Cand am deschis Google Chrome am fost curioasa sa vad ce cantecel ne invita sa ascultam. Era vorba despre "Imagine" al lui John Lennon. Mi-e drag cantecul acesta, oricat de furiosi ar fi cei religiosi si nationalisti din cauza mesajului sau. Cum sa-ti imaginezi o lume fara razboaie, in care oamenii sa traiasca precum fratii, in care sa nu existe divergente teritoriale sau in care oamenii sa nu se ucida intre ei pt ca se roaga la divinitati diferite? Da, era un visator John Lennon, si sigur nu e singurul...


Iata versurile, culese de pe net:

Imagine there's no Heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today


Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace


You may say that I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will be as one


Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world


You may say that I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will live as one

Si un videoclip de pe youtube:



Motivul pt care Google.ie a ales acest cantec este ca, pe langa faptul ca regretatul cantaret si poet ar fi implinit azi 70 de ani, John Lennon a fost mandru de radacinile sale irlandeze, bunicul sau fiind irlandez si parasind tara in anii ce au urmat marii foamete din 1840. Deasemenea el, ca si Paul Mac Carthy, a luat atitudine ferma dupa masacrul din Derry din 1972, cand trupele britanice au ucis 14 demonstranti in ceea ce avea sa intre in istorie ca Bloody Sunday.


Am gasit versurile scrise cu acest prilej pe doua situri, unul din ele clamand ca JL este cel mai mare poet si cantaret irlandez, chiar daca a debutat in Liverpool, ca membru al formatiei Beatles.

Well it was sunday
bloody sunday
When they shot the people there
The crys of thirteen marty martyrs
Filled the free derry air.
Is there any one among you
Dare to blame it on the kids?
Not a soldier boy was
bleeding


When they nailed the
coffin lidds!


Sunday bloody sunday
Bloody sunday's the day!


You claim to be majority
Well you know that it's a lie
You're really a minority
Oh this sweet emerald asle.
When Stormont bans
our marchers


They've got a lot to learn
Internment is no answer
It's those mother's turn
to burn!


Sunday bloody sunday
Bloody sunday's the day!


You anglo pigs and scotties
Sent to colonize the north
You wave your bloody
Union Jacks
And you know what it's worth!
How dare you hold on to ransom
A people proud and free
Keep ireland for the irish
Put the english back to sea!


Sunday bloody sunday
Bloody sunday's the day!


Yes it's always bloody sunday
In the concentration camps
Keep Falls and roads free forever
From the bloody english hands


Repatriate to britain
All of you who call it home
Leave ireland to the irish
Not for London or for Rome!


Sunday bloody sunday
Bloody sunday's the day!

Videoclipul, sfasietor prin refrenul cantat cu durere de Yoko Ono, e de pe youtube:



Un alt cantec, scris tot de John Lennon impreuna cu Yoko Ono, caruia o sa-i dau doar versurile, vorbeste deasemenea despre durerea de a fi irlandez, al carui noroc il face sa-si doreasca sa fie mort sau mai bine englez:

If you have the luck of the Irish,
You'd be sorry and wish you were dead
You should have the luck of the Irish
And you'd wish you was English instead!
A thousand years of torture and hunger
Drove the people away from their land,
A land full of beauty and wonder
Was raped by the British brigands!
Goddamn!
Goddamn!


If you could keep voices like flowers
There'd be shamrock all over the world.


If you could drink dreams like the Irish streams
Then the world would be high as the mountain of morn
In the Pool they told us the story
How the English divided the land,
Of the pain, the death and the glory
And the poets of auld Eireland
If we could make chains with the morning dew
The world would be like Galway Bay


Let's walk over rainbows like leprechauns
The world would be one big Blarney stone
Why the hell are the English there anyway?
As they kill with god on their side!
Blame it all on the kids and the IRA!
As the bastards commit genocide
Aye! Aye!
Genocide!


If you had the luck of the Irish
You should have the luck of the Irish
You'd be sorry and wish you were dead
And you's wish you were English instead!
Yes you'd wish you was English instead

Iar dovada ca JL chiar era un visator, mai ales daca ne amintim in ce "rai" am trait noi in timpul dictaturii proletariatului este un alt cantec "Working class hero", in care autorul invita omul muncii sa-l urmeze daca vrea sa fie erou. Si cum John Lennon a devenit un erou mort inainte de vreme...

As soon as your born they make you feel small,
By giving you no time instead of it all,
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all,
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.
They hurt you at home and they hit you at school,
They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool,
Till you're so fucking crazy you can't follow their rules,
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.
When they've tortured and scared you for twenty odd years,
Then they expect you to pick a career,
When you can't really function you're so full of fear,
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.
Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV,
And you think you're so clever and classless and free,
But you're still fucking peasents as far as I can see,
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.
There's room at the top they are telling you still,
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill,
If you want to be like the folks on the hill,
A working class hero is something to be.
A working class hero is something to be.
If you want to be a hero well just follow me,
If you want to be a hero well just follow me.

Videoclipul este tot de pe youtube, merita vazut: