Studio Albums
* Un 15 Août En Février (1990, CBS)
* Guerre D'Amour (1992, Columbia)
* La Mer N'Existe Pas (1995, Columbia)
* Croire Qu'Un Jour (1998, Columbia)
* La Vie De Château (2003, Polydor)
* Entre Mes Guillemets (2006, Polydor)
Live Album
* Live Au Mandala (1998, Columbia)
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L'Enterrement De La Lune
Art Mengo Lyrics
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Pour l’enterrement de la lune
Deux fossoyeurs vêtus de blanc
Plantaient leur drapeau sur ses dunes
Ce fut un sale mois de juillet
Et sur les journaux à l’une
On vit longtemps son corps souillé
J’ai pleuré pour l’enterrement
Du rêve et des sonates au clair
D’Arthur, Verlaine et leurs enfants
Cent mille ans de promesses en l’air
J’ai vu de sinistres savants
Sabrer en s’essuyant les pieds
Sur cet astre aux reflets d’argent
Un champagne aux bulles viciées
J’ai pleuré pour l’enterrement
Pour l’enterrement de la lune
Deux croque-morts sautaient gaiement
D’un cabriolet de fortune
Armstrong et Collins, quel dommage
Pour moi vous étiez dans le jazz
Soufflant en notes vers les nuages
Quelques unes de plus belles phrases
J’ai pleuré pour l’enterrement
Du rêve et des sonates au clair
D’Arthur, Verlaine et leurs enfants
Et de ces lunes qu’eux décrochèrent
Ce fut un sale mois de juillet
Et sur les journaux à l’une
On vit longtemps son corps souillé
D’une vulgaire tâche brune
The song "L'Enterrement De La Lune" by Art Mengo is about mourning the loss of dreams and promises that were never fulfilled. The first stanza talks about the singer crying at the funeral of the moon, which is a metaphor for the loss of hope and potential. The moon is personified as having a funeral complete with two gravediggers who plant their flag on its dunes, indicating that the moon is dead and there is no longer any potential for it to fulfill any expectations. The last line of the stanza talks about a vulgar brown stain on the moon's body, which may symbolize corruption or decay.
The second stanza talks about the loss of the dream and the sonatas of Arthur (Rimbaud) and Verlaine. They were poets who had created beautiful works of art, but ultimately failed to live up to their potential. The singer laments the loss of their promise, which had remained unfulfilled for centuries. The third stanza describes the experiments of sinister scientists who desecrated the moon with their tainted Champagne and trampled on it with dirty feet. Armstrong and Collins, two jazz musicians who had reached for the stars with their music, are mourned for falling short of their potential. The last two lines of the song repeat the chorus and the metaphor of the moon's funeral, emphasizing the magnitude of the loss.
Line by Line Meaning
J'ai pleuré pour l'enterrement
The singer is expressing sadness and mourning for something
Pour l'enterrement de la lune
Specifically, the singer is mourning the death of the moon
Deux fossoyeurs vêtus de blanc
There were two gravediggers dressed in white
Plantaient leur drapeau sur ses dunes
They planted their flag on the moon's dunes
Ce fut un sale mois de juillet
It was a bad month of July
Et sur les journaux à l'une
And in newspapers on the front page
On vit longtemps son corps souillé
They saw for a long time its body stained
D'une vulgaire tache brune
By a common brown spot
Du rêve et des sonates au clair
The artist is mourning the loss of a dream, and musical compositions in the open air
D'Arthur, Verlaine et leurs enfants
Specifically, the artist is mourning the loss of Arthur Rimbaud, Paul Verlaine, and their works
Cent mille ans de promesses en l'air
These artists' works had promised greatness for hundreds of thousands of years
J'ai vu de sinistres savants
The artist witnessed ominous scientists
Sabrer en s'essuyant les pieds
These scientists arrogantly stomped on, and slashed the silver reflections of the moon with their swords
Sur cet astre aux reflets d'argent
On this celestial body with silver reflections
Un champagne aux bulles viciées
They drank champagne with spoiled bubbles on this body
Deux croque-morts sautaient gaiement
Two undertakers joyfully jumped
D'un cabriolet de fortune
From a makeshift convertible
Armstrong et Collins, quel dommage
The singer is expressing regret about the death of Neil Armstrong and Michael Collins
Pour moi vous étiez dans le jazz
The singer considered them to be a part of the jazz genre
Soufflant en notes vers les nuages
The astronauts playfully blew musical notes toward the clouds
Quelques unes de plus belles phrases
The artist considered these notes to be some of the most beautiful phrases
Et de ces lunes qu'eux décrochèrent
The artist is also mourning the loss of the moon landings that Armstrong and Collins participated in
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Written by: Marc Esteve, Michel Armengot
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