C'est l'été, on continue ! Une chanson comme It's All Going to Pot n'est qu'un appel à la liberté individuelle. Que cessent les hommes de l'Etat de régler nos vies avant qu'on ne se fâche pour de vrai ! Beaucoup ont intégré l'idée que l'espèce humaine est mortelle et qu'il y a grande vanité à vouloir l'élever dans la ouate des conventions bourgeoises sur lesquelles se fondent les multiples coercitions des pouvoirs publics au motif simpliste du vivre en société. Tout est bon à contraindre les gens ! Les pouvoirs actuels et leurs relais d'opinion sont les pires que nous ayons connus ; ils s'infiltrent partout en diffusant la mauvaise conscience à traverser hors des clous. Du berceau à la tombe, ils veulent nous piloter. Qu'ils aillent se faire foutre et déjà légalisons ! Vive l'anarchie. Ces vieux chenapans de Willie Nelson et Merle Haggard nous le disent mieux que ça en trois minutes :
Well, it’s all going to pot
Whether we like it or not
Best I can tell
The world’s gone to hell
And we’re sure gonna miss it a lot
All of the whiskey in Lynchburg, Tennessee
Just couldn't hit the spot
I gotta hundred dollar bill, friend
You can keep your pills
Cause it’s all going to pot
That cackle-bobble-head-in-a-box
Must think I'm dumb as a rock
Readin' daily news
While I'm kickin' off my shoes
It's scarin' me outta my socks
The Red Headed Stranger I'm not
But buddy, let me tell you what
If ysk ol' Will
He'll tell ya here's the deal
Friends, it's all goin' to pot
Well, it’s all going to pot
Whether we like it or not
Best I can tell
The world’s gone to hell
And we’re all gonna miss it a lot
All the whiskey in Lynchburg, Tennessee
Just couldn't hit the spot
I gotta hundred dollar bill
You can keep your pills, friend
Cause it’s all goin' to pot
Well I thought I had found me a girl
Sweetest little thing in the world
But all my jokes went up in smoke
When I caught her makin eyes at Merle
He said, sweet little honey
With her eye on your money
She's gonna take every penny you got
I said she's never gonna get it
Cause I've already spent it
Merle, It's all goin' to pot
It’s all going to pot
Whether we like it or not
Best I can tell
The world’s gone to hell
And we’re all gonna miss it a lot
All the whiskey in Lynchburg, Tennessee
Just couldn't hit the spot
I gotta hundred dollar bill
You can keep your pills, friend
It’s all going to pot
I gotta hundred dollar bill
You can keep your pills, friend
Cause it’s all goin' to pot
Whether we like it or not
Best I can tell
The world’s gone to hell
And we’re sure gonna miss it a lot
All of the whiskey in Lynchburg, Tennessee
Just couldn't hit the spot
I gotta hundred dollar bill, friend
You can keep your pills
Cause it’s all going to pot
That cackle-bobble-head-in-a-box
Must think I'm dumb as a rock
Readin' daily news
While I'm kickin' off my shoes
It's scarin' me outta my socks
The Red Headed Stranger I'm not
But buddy, let me tell you what
If ysk ol' Will
He'll tell ya here's the deal
Friends, it's all goin' to pot
Well, it’s all going to pot
Whether we like it or not
Best I can tell
The world’s gone to hell
And we’re all gonna miss it a lot
All the whiskey in Lynchburg, Tennessee
Just couldn't hit the spot
I gotta hundred dollar bill
You can keep your pills, friend
Cause it’s all goin' to pot
Well I thought I had found me a girl
Sweetest little thing in the world
But all my jokes went up in smoke
When I caught her makin eyes at Merle
He said, sweet little honey
With her eye on your money
She's gonna take every penny you got
I said she's never gonna get it
Cause I've already spent it
Merle, It's all goin' to pot
It’s all going to pot
Whether we like it or not
Best I can tell
The world’s gone to hell
And we’re all gonna miss it a lot
All the whiskey in Lynchburg, Tennessee
Just couldn't hit the spot
I gotta hundred dollar bill
You can keep your pills, friend
It’s all going to pot
I gotta hundred dollar bill
You can keep your pills, friend
Cause it’s all goin' to pot
(Auteurs (2015): Buddy CANNON, Jamey JOHNSON and Larry SHELL)
