Georges Brassens was a French singer and songwriter known for accompanying … Read Full Bio ↴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. 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. 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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Georges Brassens Lyrics
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Auprès De Mon Arbre J'ai plaqué mon chêne comme un saligaud Mon copain le chêne,…
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Bonhomme Malgré la bise qui mord La pauvre vieille de somme Va ramass…
Brave Margot Margonton la jeune bergère Trouvant dans l'herbe un petit ch…
Celui Qui a Mal Tourné Il y avait des temps et des temps Qu'je n'm'étais pas…
Chanson pour l'auvergnat Elle est à toi, cette chanson Toi l'auvergnat qui sans façon…
Colombine Léandre le sot Pierrot qui d'un saut De puce Franchit le …
Comme hier Hé! Donn' moi ta bouche, hé! Ma jolie fraise! L'aube a…
Comme une sœur Comme une sœur, tête coupée, tête coupée Ell' ressemblait à…
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Gastibelza Gaztibelza, l'homme à la carabine Chantait ainsi Quelqu'un a…
Grand-Père Grand-père suivait en chantant La route qui mène à cent ans …
Hécatombe Au marché de Brive-la-Gaillarde À propos de bottes d'oignons…
Il n'y a pas d'amour heureux Rien n'est jamais acquis à l'homme, ni sa force Ni sa…
Il suffit de passer le pont Il suffit de passer le pont C'est tout de suite l'aventure L…
J'ai rendez-vous avec vous Monseigneur l'astre solaire Comme je ne l'admire pas beaucou…
Je me suis fait tout petit Je n'avais jamais ôté mon chapeau Devant personne Maintenant…
Je suis un voyou Ci-gît au fond de mon cœur une histoire ancienne Un fantôme,…
L'amandier J'avais le plus bel amandier du quartier J'avais le plus bel…
La Cane de Jeanne La cane De Jeanne Est morte au gui l'an neuf Elle avait fait…
La chasse aux papillons Un bon petit diable à la fleur de l'âge La jambe…
La femme d'Hector En notre tour de Babel Laquelle est la plus belle La plus…
La légende de la nonne Venez, vous dont l'oeil étincelle Pour entendre une histoire…
La marche nuptiale Mariage d'amour, mariage d'argent J'ai vu se marier toutes s…
La Marine On les retrouve en raccourci Dans nos petites amours d'un jo…
La Mauvaise Herbe Quand le jour de gloire est arrivé Comme tous les autres…
La mauvaise réputation Au village, sans prétention J'ai mauvaise réputation Que je…
La première fille J'ai tout oublié des campagnes D'Austerlitz et de Waterloo D…
La prière Par le petit garçon qui meurt près de sa mère Tandis…
La ronde des jurons Voici la ronde des jurons Qui chantaient clair, qui dansaien…
Le cocu Comme elle n'aime pas beaucoup la solitude Cependant que je …
Le fossoyeur Dieu sait que je n'ai pas le fond méchant Je ne…
Le gorille C'est à travers de larges grilles Que les femelles du canton…
Le mauvais sujet repenti Elle avait la taille faite au tour, les hanches pleines Et…
Le nombril des femmes d'agents Voir le nombril de la femme d'un flic N'est certainement pa…
Le parapluie Il pleuvait fort sur la grand-route Elle cheminait sans para…
Le petit cheval Le petit cheval dans le mauvais temps Qu'il avait donc du…
Le pornographe Autrefois, quand j'étais marmot, j'avais la phobie des gros …
Le testament Je serai triste comme un saule Quand le Dieu qui partout…
Le vent Si, par hasard Sur l'Pont des Arts Tu croises le vent, le…
Le vieux Leon Y a tout à l'heure, quinze ans d'malheur, mon vieux…
Le Vieux Léon Y’a tout à l’heure Quinze ans d’malheur Mon vieux Léon Que t…
Le Vin Avant de chanter ma vie De faire des harangues Dans ma gueul…
Les amoureux des bancs publics Les gens qui voient de travers pensent que les bancs…
Les croquants Les croquants vont en ville, à cheval sur leurs sous Acheter…
Les lilas Quand je vais chez la fleuriste Je n'achèt' que des lilas …
Les Philistins Philistins, épiciers Tandis que vous caressiez Vos femmes E…
Les Sabots d'Hélène Les sabots d'Hélène étaient tout crottés Les trois capitaine…
Marinette Quand j'ai couru chanter ma p'tite chanson pour Marinette La…
Oncle Archibald O vous, les arracheurs de dents Tous les cafards, les charla…
P... De toi En ce temps-là, je vivais dans la lune Les bonheurs d'ici-b…
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