Édition spéciale (2617 V. 30 Janvier 2026)

une espèce de lassitude (ça sert à quoi tout ça chantait Max le forestier) (il faisait aussi jm’en fouts d’la France on m’a menti / on a profité de mon enfance pour me faire croire à des conneries etc – je me souviens) je ne suis pas certain que les chansons aient quelque poids que ce soit dans la poursuite disons des affaires – des guerres – des horreurs commises par les empereurs sur leurs peuples (les tyrans on disait – et je pense à l’incendie de Néron Rome 64 – on dit « c’est pas lui c’est pas lui » mais on ne prête qu’aux riches disait une certaine sagesse…) mais en tout cas je livre ici (grâce à l’ami Laurent Peyronnet qui en fit le signalement, ce lien et ces paroles) (ça parle de Renée et Alex, tué.es pour rien en pleine rue par la grâce de l’ignoble) (je ne traduis pas – ou alors plus tard dans la journée – j’ai des trucs à faire) (notamment j’ai houmos pour TLparis taleur)

(4 minutes 35) Streets of Minneapolis – Bruce the boss Springsteen

Through the winter’s ice and cold
Down Nicollet Avenue
A city aflame fought fire and ice
Neath an occupier’s boots
King Trump’s private army from the DHS
Guns belted to their coats
Came to Minneapolis to enforce the law
Or so their story goes

Against smoke and rubber bullets
By the dawn’s early light
Citizens stood for justice
Their voices ringing through the night
And there were bloody footprints
Where mercy should have stood
And two dead left to die on snow-filled streets
Alex Pretti and Renee Good

Oh our Minneapolis, I hear your voice
Singing through the bloody mist
We’ll take our stand for this land
And the stranger in our midst
Here in our home they killed and roamed
In the winter of ’26
We’ll remember the names of those who died
On the streets of Minneapolis

Trump’s federal thugs beat up on
His face and his chest
Then we heard the gunshots
And Alex Pretti lay in the snow, dead
Their claim was self defense, sir
Just don’t believe your eyes
It’s our blood and bones And these whistles and phones
Against Miller and Noem’s dirty lies

Oh our Minneapolis, I hear your voice
Crying through the bloody mist
We’ll remember the names of those who died
On the streets of Minneapolis

Now they say they’re here to uphold the law
But they trample on our rights
If your skin is black or brown my friend
You can be questioned or deported on sight
In our chants of ICE out now
Our city’s heart and soul persists
Through broken glass and bloody tears
On the streets of Minneapolis

Oh our Minneapolis, I hear your voice
Singing through the bloody mist
Here in our home they killed and roamed
In the winter of ’26
We’ll take our stand for this land
And the stranger in our midst
We’ll remember the names of those who died
On the streets of Minneapolis
We’ll remember the names of those who died
On the streets of Minneapolis