Renaud - I found my gun again

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Renaud Séchan, known as Renaud, (born in Paris on May 11, 1952) is a popular French singer.

His early work is characterized by a volatile temperament, innovative use of French, and edgy, dark, social and left-wing political themes. Raised in an educated milieu, the son of an intellectual, Renaud in the 1970s adopted the looks and attitude of working-class youth, and reflected this in his lyrics. A recurrent theme is his disgust for the average French people with petty bourgeois preoccupations and right-wing leanings (see beauf).

His music focuses on the disparity between classes, the abuse of political power, overbearing authority and disgust for the military, with rare glimpses of tenderness for his fellow humans, the planet earth, and art. His song Miss Maggie praised the kindness of women with the markedly ironic exception of Margaret Thatcher.

Renaud's later work is distinguished by "softer" subjects such as his wife (later ex-wife) Dominique, his daughter Lolita and his friends, such as the late comedian and singer Coluche for whom he wrote the tribute "Putain de camion". He has also adventured into regional music and language, such as the language of Marseille in La Belle de Mai, the north with Renaud cante el' nord and even corsican polyphonics in "Lolito lolita".

I found my gun again

My pencil is a firearm
My words, sometimes, are grenades
In this cruel and moronic world,
My guitar lies in ambush.

Against barbarity, against murderous silence,
Against conformism, against ignorance.

Even if a song has never overthrown a dictator,
If tyranny and oppression are still present,
I know I’ll always write, as a resistance act,
Songs, with the black ink of violence.

The animals won’t do that,
It’s our role to write verses, to give blows
To fight with words

I found my gun again,
Be careful, I’m shooting, I’m firing

First of all, what irritates me,
Is America’s capitalism
GWB and his hounds of war
And his ***** morale order

His society, half decadent, half puritan
His legalized death penalty
His culture, which he would like to impose to the entire world
Cola, Mc Do, moronic rappers, Disneyland and Schwarzenegger

Low of the strongest, law of the jungle
Consummation and pollution
A gun to every citizen
Love of the ***** flag!

I dream that one day, in this country,
Live hundreds of Michael Moore,
And thousands of Luther King

I found my gun again
It was lost in my rimes
Be careful I’m shooting, I’m firing,
I’m exterminating

Other burden, other danger,
Those ***** churches, full of crazy evangelists,
Ayatollah, rabbis and priests

How many wars, how many horrors,
Those morons have provoked,
With their wretched speeches
On crowds of halfwits

All those ones think a woman
Is a bitch or a saint
And promise the hell
To those who don’t live in fear

I miss the words
To express my deep contempt
Towards their gods, their fellows
And all their religions!

Mine (religion) could be summarized
to love and friendship, the love of this planet
where live the man and his girlfriend

I found my gun again
It was lost in my rimes
Be careful I’m shooting, I’m firing,
I’m eliminating

Everyday there are thousands
Of kids, starving without making any noise
While everyday there are $ billions
Spent in order to give guns to every country

We over-consume, we over-produce
While the other half of the earth
Is starving and dying of diseases.

Charity took the place of justice,
And the UNICEF gives us an easy conscience
While there is always a projector, a camera

They make money with horror
They get audience with death
It’s the time of ******* television,
Where the news takes the place of knowledge.

I found my gun again
It was lost in my rimes
Be careful I’m shooting, I’m firing,
I’m assassinating

I’m trying to attack
The injustice, the misery,
With my few songs

It looks like an utopia,
But what else could be done?
Should I put a bomb, take rifle?
Or follow the herd, quietly

Who could change the history
By voting for some gangster
Giving full power
To some perverse politician?

(I dream) of an impossible world,
where women aren’t be the target of violence or disdain anymore
where the humans live in love
where nobody is deaf to horror screams

I found my gun again
It was lost in my rimes
Be careful I’m shooting, I’m firing,
I’m decimating

I’m exterminating

I’m eliminating

I’m assassinating