Georges Brassens was a French singer and songwriter known for accompanying himself with his acoustic guitar. He wrote some extremely controversial, yet poetic songs. In doing so, he managed to change attitudes across France.
He was uncompromising when composing his songs. His tactical method of addressing issues was profound and often humorous, making him a unique and effective figure in the French community.
Brassens, born in 1921 in the small Mediterrenean port of Sete, wanted to be a poet. Read Full BioGeorges Brassens was a French singer and songwriter known for accompanying himself with his acoustic guitar. He wrote some extremely controversial, yet poetic songs. In doing so, he managed to change attitudes across France.
He was uncompromising when composing his songs. His tactical method of addressing issues was profound and often humorous, making him a unique and effective figure in the French community.
Brassens, born in 1921 in the small Mediterrenean port of Sete, wanted to be a poet. He realized very early however that poetry in the 20th century could hardly put bread on the table and instead set himself to become a singer.
He is much less famous internationally than contemporaries like Charles Aznavour, Edith Piaf and Yves Montand, as much of the impact of his songs came from the lyrics, which proved difficult to translate into other languages. He loved the Middle Ages and used a great deal of Old French vocabulary, as well as many classical - ie., Latin and Greek - references. Few people, even in France, possess the background to fully understand his songs.
Yet he was at the same time a hugely popular singer and many of his songs still carry a lot of appeal and relevance. In this sense, he can be compared to Boris Vian, to Jacques Brel, and to a lesser extent to Serge Gainsbourg.
He was very sophisticated, yet at the same time used profanity liberally. While he wasn't politically engaged, he was nevertheless unambiguously a leftist, many of his songs carrying blatant and buoyant anarchist overtones.
While his music was initially quite primitive, the 1950's St-Germain-des-Pres influence quickly made itself felt and while subdued and - in his mind - always secondary to the lyrics, it became increasingly sophisticated - to the point that many of his songs have been covered and reinterpretated by jazzmen (see for instance this UK site: www.projetbrassens.eclipse.co.uk)
He died in 1981, but up to this date (2006) there are few French people - including most of those born since - who can't sing along to his most famous song, Les Copains d'abord ("Friends foremost") or his "Bancs public" ("Public Benches").
For those interested, this site carries a number of (quite good) English tranlations of his songs: www.brassens.org
He was uncompromising when composing his songs. His tactical method of addressing issues was profound and often humorous, making him a unique and effective figure in the French community.
Brassens, born in 1921 in the small Mediterrenean port of Sete, wanted to be a poet. Read Full BioGeorges Brassens was a French singer and songwriter known for accompanying himself with his acoustic guitar. He wrote some extremely controversial, yet poetic songs. In doing so, he managed to change attitudes across France.
He was uncompromising when composing his songs. His tactical method of addressing issues was profound and often humorous, making him a unique and effective figure in the French community.
Brassens, born in 1921 in the small Mediterrenean port of Sete, wanted to be a poet. He realized very early however that poetry in the 20th century could hardly put bread on the table and instead set himself to become a singer.
He is much less famous internationally than contemporaries like Charles Aznavour, Edith Piaf and Yves Montand, as much of the impact of his songs came from the lyrics, which proved difficult to translate into other languages. He loved the Middle Ages and used a great deal of Old French vocabulary, as well as many classical - ie., Latin and Greek - references. Few people, even in France, possess the background to fully understand his songs.
Yet he was at the same time a hugely popular singer and many of his songs still carry a lot of appeal and relevance. In this sense, he can be compared to Boris Vian, to Jacques Brel, and to a lesser extent to Serge Gainsbourg.
He was very sophisticated, yet at the same time used profanity liberally. While he wasn't politically engaged, he was nevertheless unambiguously a leftist, many of his songs carrying blatant and buoyant anarchist overtones.
While his music was initially quite primitive, the 1950's St-Germain-des-Pres influence quickly made itself felt and while subdued and - in his mind - always secondary to the lyrics, it became increasingly sophisticated - to the point that many of his songs have been covered and reinterpretated by jazzmen (see for instance this UK site: www.projetbrassens.eclipse.co.uk)
He died in 1981, but up to this date (2006) there are few French people - including most of those born since - who can't sing along to his most famous song, Les Copains d'abord ("Friends foremost") or his "Bancs public" ("Public Benches").
For those interested, this site carries a number of (quite good) English tranlations of his songs: www.brassens.org
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La Mauvaise Herbe
Georges Brassens Lyrics
Quand le jour de gloire est arrivé
Comme tous les autres étaient crevés
Moi seul connus le déshonneur
De ne pas être mort au champ d'honneur
Je suis de la mauvaise herbe, braves gens, braves gens
C'est pas moi qu'on rumine et c'est pas moi qu'on met en gerbe
La mort faucha les autres, braves gens, braves gens
Et me fit grâce à moi c'est immoral et c'est comme ça
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
Et je me demande pourquoi, Bon Dieu
Ça vous dérange que je vive un peu
Et je me demande pourquoi, Bon Dieu
Ça vous dérange que je vive un peu
La fille à tout le monde a bon cœur
Elle me donne au petit bonheur
Les petits bouts de sa peau, bien cachés
Que les autres n'ont pas touché
Je suis de la mauvaise herbe, braves gens, braves gens
C'est pas moi qu'on rumine et c'est pas moi qu'on met en gerbe
Elle se vend aux autres, braves gens, braves gens
Elle se donne à moi, c'est immoral et c'est comme ça
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
Et je me demande pourquoi, Bon Dieu
Ça vous dérange qu'on m'aime un peu
Et je me demande pourquoi, Bon Dieu
Ça vous dérange qu'on m'aime un peu
Les hommes sont faits, nous dit-on
Pour vivre en bande, comme les moutons
Moi, je vis seul, et c'est pas demain
Que je suivrai leur droit chemin
Je suis de la mauvaise herbe, braves gens, braves gens
C'est pas moi qu'on rumine et c'est pas moi qu'on met en gerbe
Je suis de la mauvaise herbe, braves gens, braves gens
Je pousse en liberté dans les jardins mal fréquentés
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
Et je me demande pourquoi, Bon Dieu
Ça vous dérange que je vive un peu
Et je me demande pourquoi, Bon Dieu
Ça vous dérange que je vive un peu
Lyrics © WARNER CHAPPELL MUSIC FRANCE
Written by: Georges Brassens
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Serge Sham
Quand le jour de gloire est arrivé,
Comme tous les autres étaient crevés,
Moi seul connus le déshonneur
De ne pas être mort au champ d'honneur.
Je suis de la mauvaise herbe,
Braves gens, braves gens,
C'est pas moi qu'on rumine
Et c'est pas moi qu'on met en gerbe...
La mort faucha les autres
Braves gens, braves gens,
Et me fit grâce à moi,
C'est immoral et c'est comme ça!
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
Et je me demande
Pourquoi, Bon Dieu,
Ça vous dérange
Que je vive un peu...
Et je me demande
Pourquoi, Bon Dieu,
Ça vous dérange
Que je vive un peu...
La fille à tout le monde a bon coeur,
Elle me donne, au petit bonheur,
Les petits bouts de sa peau, bien cachés,
Que les autres n'ont pas touchés.
Je suis de la mauvaise herbe,
Braves gens, braves gens,
C'est pas moi qu'on rumine
Et c'est pas moi qu'on met en gerbe...
Elle se vend aux autres,
Braves gens, braves gens,
Elle se donne à moi,
C'est immoral et c'est comme ça!
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
Et je me demande
Pourquoi, Bon Dieu,
Ça vous dérange
Qu'on m'aime un peu...
Et je me demande
Pourquoi, Bon Dieu,
Ça vous dérange
Qu'on m'aime un peu...
Les hommes sont faits, nous dit-on,
Pour vivre en bande, comme les moutons.
Moi, je vis seul, et c'est pas demain
Que je suivrai leur droit chemin.
Je suis de la mauvaise herbe,
Braves gens, braves gens,
C'est pas moi qu'on rumine
Et c'est pas moi qu'on met en gerbe...
Je suis de la mauvaise herbe,
Braves gens, braves gens,
Je pousse en liberté
Dans les jardins mal fréquentés!
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
Et je me demande
Pourquoi, Bon Dieu,
Ça vous dérange
Que je vive un peu...
Et je me demande
Pourquoi, Bon Dieu,
Ça vous dérange
Que je vive un peu...
NJ L
gimoon306
Merci pour les paroles...😉
Neige. V
Une légende !
Monique Bloumels
excellent et a reprendre actuellement !
Korosiah
Trop bien
Charles-Henri Batjoens
Il y a " La Mauvaise herbe " e t "La Mauvaise Réputation'" .!
Charles-Henri Batjoens
Il y a meme des gens qui s imaginent quz je suis d Extreme Droite .
Sébastien Lenoble
Bien plus subtile que la mauvaise réputation
Clotilde Billaud
Dans un pays d’extrême droite