{"id":1172,"date":"2026-03-31T11:51:57","date_gmt":"2026-03-31T09:51:57","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.pauljorion.com\/blog\/?p=1172"},"modified":"2026-03-31T12:00:43","modified_gmt":"2026-03-31T10:00:43","slug":"woodrow-wilson-woody-guthrie-1912-%e2%80%93-1967","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.pauljorion.com\/blog\/2026\/03\/31\/woodrow-wilson-woody-guthrie-1912-%e2%80%93-1967\/","title":{"rendered":"<b>Woodrow Wilson \u00ab\u00a0Woody\u00a0\u00bb Guthrie (1912 \u2013 1967)<\/b> (ressuscit\u00e9 du 10-12-2008)"},"content":{"rendered":"<blockquote><p><strong>Ce texte est un \u00ab article presslib\u2019 \u00bb (*) <\/strong><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>On reparle beaucoup des ann\u00e9es trente, de la D\u00e9pression, de Franklin D. Roosevelt et du <i>New Deal<\/i>. Profitons-en pour remettre \u00e0 l&rsquo;honneur le champion de la \u00ab\u00a0protest song\u00a0\u00bb des ann\u00e9es noires.<\/p>\n<p>D&rsquo;abord un tr\u00e8s bel hommage de Bruce Springsteen. Il chante en particulier le premier des deux couplets g\u00e9n\u00e9ralement expurg\u00e9s de cette chanson que vous connaissez tous : \u00ab\u00a0This Land Is Your Land\u00a0\u00bb.<\/p>\n<p>In the squares of the city, In the shadow of a steeple;<br \/>\nBy the relief office, I&rsquo;d seen my people.<br \/>\nAs they stood there hungry, I stood there asking,<br \/>\nIs this land made for you and me?<\/p>\n<p>As I went walking, I saw a sign there,<br \/>\nAnd on the sign there, It said \u00ab\u00a0no trespassing.\u00a0\u00bb [ou \u00ab\u00a0Private Property\u00a0\u00bb]<br \/>\nBut on the other side, it didn&rsquo;t say nothing!<br \/>\nThat side was made for you and me.<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>Sur les places des grandes villes, A l&rsquo;ombre d&rsquo;un clocher,<br \/>\nA la soupe populaire, J&rsquo;ai vu mon peuple.<br \/>\nIl \u00e9tait l\u00e0 affam\u00e9, Et je me demandais,<br \/>\nCe pays est-il vraiment fait pour toi et pour moi ?<\/p>\n<p>Comme je me promenais, J&rsquo;ai vu un signe,<br \/>\nEt sur ce signe, \u00c7a disait \u00ab\u00a0passage interdit\u00a0\u00bb [ou \u00ab\u00a0propri\u00e9t\u00e9 priv\u00e9e\u00a0\u00bb]<br \/>\nMais de l&rsquo;autre c\u00f4t\u00e9, \u00c7a ne disait rien !<br \/>\nCe c\u00f4t\u00e9-l\u00e0 \u00e9tait fait pour toi et pour moi.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" class=\"aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/1yuc4BI5NWU\" width=\"700\" height=\"450\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>Ensuite &#8211; que du beau monde ! &#8211; \u00ab\u00a0Plane Wreck at Los Gatos (Deportee)\u00a0\u00bb, paroles de Woody Guthrie, musique de Martin Hoffman.<\/p>\n<p>En 1948, un \u00ab\u00a0charter\u00a0\u00bb de Mexicains d\u00e9port\u00e9s s&rsquo;\u00e9crasa \u00e0 Los Gatos Canyon en Californie. Guthrie s&rsquo;indigne en particulier dans le refrain que la presse ait rapport\u00e9 les noms des membres am\u00e9ricains de l&rsquo;\u00e9quipage mais pas ceux des 28 journaliers mexicains, qui finirent tous \u00e0 la fosse commune :<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>Adieu mon Juan, adieu, Rosalita,<br \/>\nAdios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria,<br \/>\nVous n&rsquo;aurez pas droit \u00e0 vos noms \u00e0 bord du gros avion,<br \/>\nLe seul nom qui vous sera donn\u00e9 sera : \u00ab\u00a0d\u00e9port\u00e9s\u00a0\u00bb<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>Emmylou Harris et Arlo Guthrie<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"YouTube video player\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/Pa3sJTX-W_4?si=EIBO7SXkLJ8UMbHu\" width=\"700\" height=\"450\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>[PJ 12\/2013 : j&rsquo;avais mis ici une version live avec Bob Dylan et Joan Baez, ils ont disparu. \u00c0 leur place, autre chose &#8211; de non moins \u00e9mouvant]<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/Cc1IFw8vOos\" width=\"700\" height=\"450\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p><!--more--><strong>Plane Wreck At Los Gatos (Deportee) <\/strong><\/p>\n<p>The crops are all in and the peaches are rott&rsquo;ning,<br \/>\nThe oranges piled in their creosote dumps;<br \/>\nThey&rsquo;re flying &#8217;em back to the Mexican border<br \/>\nTo pay all their money to wade back again<\/p>\n<p>Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye, Rosalita,<br \/>\nAdios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria;<br \/>\nYou won&rsquo;t have your names when you ride the big airplane,<br \/>\nAll they will call you will be \u00ab\u00a0deportees\u00a0\u00bb<\/p>\n<p>My father&rsquo;s own father, he waded that river,<br \/>\nThey took all the money he made in his life;<br \/>\nMy brothers and sisters come working the fruit trees,<br \/>\nAnd they rode the truck till they took down and died.<\/p>\n<p>Some of us are illegal, and some are not wanted,<br \/>\nOur work contract&rsquo;s out and we have to move on;<br \/>\nSix hundred miles to that Mexican border,<br \/>\nThey chase us like outlaws, like rustlers, like thieves.<\/p>\n<p>We died in your hills, we died in your deserts,<br \/>\nWe died in your valleys and died on your plains.<br \/>\nWe died &lsquo;neath your trees and we died in your bushes,<br \/>\nBoth sides of the river, we died just the same.<\/p>\n<p>The sky plane caught fire over Los Gatos Canyon,<br \/>\nA fireball of lightning, and shook all our hills,<br \/>\nWho are all these friends, all scattered like dry leaves?<br \/>\nThe radio says, \u00ab\u00a0They are just deportees\u00a0\u00bb<\/p>\n<p>Is this the best way we can grow our big orchards?<br \/>\nIs this the best way we can grow our good fruit?<br \/>\nTo fall like dry leaves to rot on my topsoil<br \/>\nAnd be called by no name except \u00ab\u00a0deportees\u00a0\u00bb?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<blockquote>\n<p><strong>Ce texte est un \u00ab article presslib\u2019 \u00bb (*) <\/strong><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<p>On reparle beaucoup des ann\u00e9es trente, de la D\u00e9pression, de Franklin D. Roosevelt et du <i>New Deal<\/i>. Profitons-en pour remettre \u00e0 l&rsquo;honneur le champion de la \u00ab\u00a0protest song\u00a0\u00bb des ann\u00e9es noires.<\/p>\n<p>D&rsquo;abord un tr\u00e8s bel hommage de Bruce Springsteen. 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