Vidéo : Roger Waters – The Gunner’s Dream

The war is not over. Waters reprend The Gunner’s Dream très peu joué sur scène. On peut trouver cela ringard mais aussi se demander où sont les artistes engagés. Plus souvent à chercher un cachet pour leur intermittence, des sub’ pour leur prochain clip vu par 4378 personnes et encore, accepter les breloques de la République Bachelotienne honnie quelques jours plus tôt ou à faire la reprise qui va bien pour influencer les réso social que pour se mouiller vraiment avec leurs petits poings. Bien sûr, on ne leur demande par de se muer en Burkhard Garweg, Ernst-Volker Wilhelm Staub et Daniela Klette. Mais comme disait Saint Daniel Balavoine, disparu à 33 ans comme l’autre peut être plus influenceur à cause d’un bout de bois , « L’absence a des torts que rien ne défend. » Alors écoutons Roger Waters qui s’est inspiré du Jules César de Shakespeare pour The final cut, « this was the most unkindest cut of all » et ayons un rêve, se sortir de ce merdier. Avec ou sans huiles essentielles.

Last night I watched the 2013 documentary film The Man Who Saved The World. The man’s name is Stanislav Petrov. The year before Stanislav saved the World In the year 1982 I wrote a song “The Gunner’s Dream”. It’s weird to think that had Stanislav not been in the right place at the right time, none of us would be alive, no one under the age of 37 would have have been born at all. It is acknowledged by all but the cretins amongst us that nuclear arms have no value, it is also acknowledged that they are a ticking bomb. And we ignore them at our peril. Accidents happen. The Stanislavs of this world are a rare breed.
We’ve been extraordinarily lucky. If I ruled the world, I would heed the words of the wise I would get rid of nuclear weapons
first thing tomorrow morning. On Dr. King’s name day. Of course no-one can rule the world. The world cannot be ruled. It can only be loved and respected and shared. If we’re still here in the morning. So here is a new recording and video of
The Gunner’s Dream. As a gift from me and my lovely band and our friends to you.
With our love
R.

Roger Waters – The Gunner’s Dream

Floating down, through the clouds
Memories come rushing up to meet me now
But in the space between the heavens
And the corner of some foreign field
I had a dream
I had a dream
Goodbye Max, goodbye Ma
After the service, when you’re walking slowly to the car
And the silver in her hair shines in the cold November air
You hear the tolling bell and touch the silk in your lapel
And as the teardrops rise to meet the comfort of the band
You take her frail hand
And hold on to the dream
A place to stay, enough to eat
Somewhere, old heroes shuffle safely down the street
Where you can speak out loud about your doubts and fears
And what’s more, no one ever disappears
You never hear their standard issue kicking in your door
You can relax on both sides of the tracks
And maniacs don’t blow holes in bandsmen by remote control
And everyone has recourse to the law
And no one kills the children anymore
No one kills the children anymore
Night after night, going ’round and ’round my brain
His dream is driving me insane
In the corner of some foreign field
The gunner sleeps tonight
What’s done is done
We cannot just write off his final scene
Take heed of the dream
Take heed