Hits Des Clips 1976 – Bob Dylan : Hurricane

Bob Dylan – Hurricane

La chanson Hurricane qui veut dire « Ouragan » en anglais résume les actes de racisme envers le boxeur Rubin Carter, que Dylan décrit comme la principale raison de la condamnation dans ce qu’il considère comme un faux procès. Cette chanson fut l’une des quelques tubes protestataire, engagé ou contestataire qu’écrivit Dylan dans les années 1970, et ce fut l’un de ses singles ayant eu le plus de succès de cette décennie, atteignant le 31e rang du Billboard.

Rubin Carter, surnommé Hurricane, est un boxeur américain poids moyens né le 6 mai 1937 à Clifton, New Jersey et mort le 20 avril 2014 à Toronto d’un cancer de la prostate. Il possède également la nationalité canadienne.

Il est notamment connu pour ses condamnations controversées en 1967 et 1976 pour trois meurtres perpétrés en juin 1966 à Paterson (New Jersey), et pour sa libération de prison en 1985, survenue après la cassation de la condamnation en appel. A part la chanson de Bob Dylan, Hurricane est aussi un film de Norman Jewison, Hurricane Carter.

Dylan eut envie d’écrire cette chanson sur le boxeur après avoir lu l’autobiographie  de Carter Le Seizième Round (The Sixteenth Round), que celui-ci lui avait envoyée « à cause de ses engagements antérieurs dans le combat pour les droits civiques ».

Dans son autobiographie, Carter continuait à clamer son innocence et son histoire poussa Dylan à aller lui rendre visite à la prison d’État de Rahway à Woodbridge (New Jersey).

L’histoire de Carter avait également inspiré le réalisateur Norman Jewison, dont le film « Hurricane Carter » avait valu à Denzel Washington le Golden Globe du meilleur acteur et une nomination aux Oscars.

Source : Wikipédia

Open in Spotify

« Hurricane »

Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night
Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall
She sees the bartender in a pool of blood
Cries out, « My God, they’ve killed them all! »Here comes the story of the Hurricane
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin’ that he never done
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the worldThree bodies lyin’ there does Patty see
And another man named Bello, movin’ around mysteriously
« I didn’t do it, » he says, and he throws up his hands
« I was only robbin’ the register, I hope you understand »« I saw them leavin’, » he says, and he stops
« One of us had better call up the cops »
And so Patty calls the cops
And they arrive on the scene
With their red lights flashin’ in the hot New Jersey night

Meanwhile, far away in another part of town
Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin’ around
Number one contender for the middleweight crown
Had no idea what kinda shit was about to go down

When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road
Just like the time before and the time before that
In Paterson that’s just the way things go
If you’re black you might as well not show up on the street
‘Less you wanna draw the heat

Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops
Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin’ around
He said, « I saw two men runnin’ out, they looked like
middleweights
They jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates »

And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head
Cop said, « Wait a minute, boys, this one’s not dead »
So they took him to the infirmary
And though this man could hardly see
They told him he could identify the guilty men

Four in the mornin’ and they haul Rubin in
They took him to the hospital and they brought him upstairs
The wounded man looks up through his one dyin’ eye
Says, « Wha’d you bring him in here for? He ain’t the guy! »

Here’s the story of the Hurricane
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin’ that he never done
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
A champion of the world

Four months later, the ghettos are in flame
Rubin’s in South America fightin’ for his name
While Arthur Dexter Bradley’s still in the robbery game
And the cops are puttin’ the screws to him, lookin’ for
somebody to blame

« Remember that murder that happened in a bar? »
« Remember you said you saw the getaway car? »
« You think you’d like to play ball with the law? »
« Think it might-a been that fighter that you saw runnin’
that night? »
« Don’t forget that you are white »

Arthur Dexter Bradley said, « I’m really not sure »
Cops said, « A poor boy like you could use a break
We got you for the motel job and we’re talkin’ to your
friend Bello
You don’t wanna have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow

You’ll be doin’ society a favor
That sonofabitch is brave and gettin’ braver
We want to put his ass in stir
We want to pin this triple murder on him
He ain’t no Gentleman Jim »

Rubin could take a man out with just one punch
But he never did like to talk about it all that much
It’s my work, he’d say, and I do it for pay
And when it’s over I’d just as soon go on my way

Up to some paradise
Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice
And ride a horse along the trail
But then they took him to the jailhouse
Where they try to turn a man into a mouse

All of Rubin’s cards were marked in advance
The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance
The judge made Rubin’s witnesses drunkards from the slums
To the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum

And to the black folks he was just a crazy nigger
No one doubted that he pulled the trigger
And though they could not produce the gun
The D.A. said he was the one who did the deed
And the all-white jury agreed

Rubin Carter was falsely tried
The crime was murder « one », guess who testified?
Bello and Bradley and they both baldly lied
And the newspapers, they all went along for the ride

How can the life of such a man
Be in the palm of some fool’s hand?
To see him obviously framed
Couldn’t help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land
Where justice is a game

Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties
Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise
While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell
An innocent man in a living hell

Yes, that’s the story of the Hurricane
But it won’t be over till they clear his name
And give him back the time he’s done
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world

Paroles-musique.com

Le site officiel

VOS AVIS SUR LE CLIP ET L'ARTISTE

Ce site utilise Akismet pour réduire les indésirables. En savoir plus sur comment les données de vos commentaires sont utilisées.