Schvédranne, Jack Hirschman - All That's Left

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Digital release : November, 5, 2021
CD & vinyl release : November, 12, 2021

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//Auteurs : Tous les titres par Jack Hirschman, sauf Insurrection Jack Hirschman et Frédéric Parodi (Robert Spline)
//Traducteur : Gilles B. Vachon
//Compositeurs : Tous les titres par Antoine Colonna sauf L'arcane de Susie et Sur un vers de Whitman : Antoine Colonna, Charles Adamopoulos et Bernard Pelmoine
//Prises et mixes : Céline Frezza @ Rumble Inn Studio
//Mastering : Alex Psaroudakis
//Production : Jarring Effects Label - Salamah Productions
//Edition : Jarring Effects Label – Zaïne Music
//Distribution : L’Autre Distribution
//Booking : SPRWD Agency
//Graphisme : Clara Vachon

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Lyrics :

All that's Left
in the world
whether in Cuba, Venezuela, Bolivia
as well as in China, Japan, the United States,
Europe, the Middle East, Africa
all of them cannot, despite their resistance,
despite their refusal,
stop this march of death
because they, as well as that's Right
in the world,
already are counted among those
in this last parade.
Communists and progressives,
nazis, fascists and reactionaries,
Zionists and anarchists of every stripe —
none are excluded, none can evade the march.
This one's not coming
with hammer and sickles or swastikas
or flags of any land.
This one's the march
all wars surrender to.
But when?! comes the unanimous cry.
When will it really happen?
If death is peace,
when can I truly die?
You will never know, and yet you do,
because you may already have,
and this life is our way
of paying homage to the power
that loves you enough
to have taken your life away
and left you with the taste
of immortality on your lips.
Nothing mystical, no Christ,
Allah, Yahweh or Buddha in the wings.
Even lying on your back you're marching.
This is not a cynical or pessimist
or nihilist poem. Join death
to your life and you will live
as if there were no drum to march to.
There is no march at all.
You're there. All will be well for all.