Qualche tempo fa parlavo con due amici che amano moltissimo Parigi e ho pensato di regalare un weekend in questa città a me e al mio compagno, così ho vagliato i concerti in città sino a dicembre e mi son soffermata su quello degli Eagles of Death Metal, che a dirla tutta non sono uno dei gruppi che ascolto di più ma sarebbero stati perfetti per una tre giorni fuori casa. Alla fine non s’è fatto nulla perché quando arriva il momento di prendere il biglietto aereo per Parigi, puntualmente, non acquisto o ne compro uno per l’Inghilterra, luogo in cui ho vissuto e che sento molto mio. Non c’è una ragione specifica per cui io non sia mai stata a Parigi, fatto sta che in quel concerto potevo esserci anche io. La cosa che sconvolge tante persone è proprio questa, alcuni amici che ascoltano gli EODM potevano essere lì quella sera, lo scenario era assolutamente calzante per il tipo di viaggi che io e gran parte delle mie conoscenze facciamo. Il concerto rock, unico sfizio per chi come me sbarca a stento il lunario, è uno di quegli svaghi ancora concessi, ogni tanto, insomma in quel teatro potevo esserci io o mio fratello. Era uno scenario vicino al mio stile di vita.

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

Movements come and movements go
Leaders speak, movements cease
When their heads are flown
‘Cause all these punks
Got bullets in their heads
Departments of police, the judges, the feds
Networks at work, keepin’ people calm
You know they went after King
When he spoke out on Vietnam
He turned the power to the have-nots
And then came the shot

A million workers working for nothing
You better give ‘em what they really own
We got to put you down
When we come into town
Singing power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people, right on

Don’t you know
They’re talkin’ bout a revolution
It sounds like a whisper
Don’t you know
They’re talkin’ about a revolution
It sounds like a whisper

While they’re standing in the welfare lines
Crying at the doorsteps of those armies of salvation
Wasting time in the unemployment lines
Sitting around waiting for a promotion

Poor people gonna rise up
And get their share
Poor people gonna rise up
And take what’s theirs

Don’t you know
You better run, run, run…
Oh I said you better Run, run, run…
Finally the tables are starting to turn
Talkin’ bout a revolution

I was dreaming in my dreaming
of an aspect bright and fair
and my sleeping it was broken
but my dream it lingered near
in the form of shining valleys
where the pure air recognized
and my senses newly opened
I awakened to the cry
that the people have the power
to redeem the work of fools
upon the meek the graces shower
it’s decreed the people rule

The people have the power
The people have the power
The people have the power
The people have the power

Vengeful aspects became suspect
and bending low as if to hear
and the armies ceased advancing
because the people had their ear
and the shepherds and the soldiers
lay beneath the stars
exchanging visions
and laying arms
to waste in the dust
in the form of shining valleys
where the pure air recognized
and my senses newly opened
I awakened to the cry

Where there were deserts
I saw fountains
like cream the waters rise
and we strolled there together
with none to laugh or criticize
and the leopard
and the lamb
lay together truly bound
I was hoping in my hoping
to recall what I had found
I was dreaming in my dreaming
god knows a purer view
as I surrender to my sleeping
I commit my dream to you

The power to dream, to rule
to wrestle the world from fools
it’s decreed the people rule
it’s decreed the people rule

LISTEN
I believe everything we dream
can come to pass through our union
we can turn the world around
we can turn the earth’s revolution
we have the power
People have the power …