Don Juan
Georges Brassens Lyrics
Gloire à qui freine à mort de peur d'écrabouiller
le hérisson perdu, le crapaud fourvoyé !
et gloire à don juan, d'avoir un jour souri
a celle à qui les autres n'attachaient aucun prix !
cette fille est trop vilaine, il me la faut.
gloire au flic qui barrait le passage aux autos
pour laisser traverser les chats de léautaud !
et gloire à don juan d'avoir pris rendez-vous,
avec la délaissée, que l'amour désavoue !
cette fille est trop vilaine, il me la faut.
quand la canaille crie haro sur le baudet !
et gloire à don juan pour ses galants discours
a celle à qui les autres faisaient jamais la cour !
cette fille est trop vilaine, il me la faut.
et gloire à ce curé sauvant son ennemi
lors du massacre de la saint-barthélémy !
et gloire à don juan qui couvrit de baisers
la fille que les autres refusaient d'embrasser !
cette fille est trop vilaine, il me la faut.
et gloire à ce soldat qui jeta son fusil
plutôt que d'achever l'otage à sa merci !
et gloire à don juan d'avoir osé trousser
celle dont le jupon restait toujours baissé !
cette fille est trop vilaine, il me la faut.
gloire à la bonne soeur qui, par temps pas très chaud,
dégela dans sa main le pénis du manchot !
et gloire à don juan qui fit reluire un soir
ce cul deshérité ne sachant que s'asseoir !
cette fille est trop vilaine, il me la faut.
gloire à qui n'ayant pas d'idéal sacro-saint
se borne à ne pas trop emmerder ses voisins !
et gloire à don juan qui rendit femme celle
qui, sans lui, quelle horreur ! serait morte pucelle !
cette fille est trop vilaine, il me la faut.
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Written by: GEORGES CHARLES BRASSENS
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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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Mauricevictor Vial
Don Juan par Georges Brassens
Gloire à qui freine à mort de peur d'écrabouiller
Le hérisson perdu, le crapaud fourvoyé !
Et gloire à don Juan, d'avoir un jour souri
A celle à qui les autres n'attachaient aucun prix !
Cette fille est trop vilaine, il me la faut.
Gloire au flic qui barrait le passage aux autos
Pour laisser traverser les chats de Léautaud
Et gloire à don Juan d'avoir pris rendez-vous,
Avec la délaissée, que l'amour désavoue !
Cette fille est trop vilaine, il me la faut.
Gloire au premier venu qui passe et qui se tait
Quand la canaille crie "haro sur le baudet" !
Et gloire à don Juan pour ses galants discours
A celle à qui les autres faisaient jamais la cour !
Cette fille est trop vilaine, il me la faut.
Et gloire à ce curé sauvant son ennemi
Lors du massacre de la Saint-Barthélémy !
Et gloire à don Juan qui couvrit de baisers
La fille que les autres refusaient d'embrasser !
Cette fille est trop vilaine, il me la faut.
Et gloire à ce soldat qui jeta son fusil
Plutôt que d'achever l'otage à sa merci !
Et gloire à don Juan d'avoir osé trousser
Celle dont le jupon restait toujours baissé !
Cette fille est trop vilaine, il me la faut.
Gloire à la bonne soeur qui, par temps pas très chaud,
Dégela dans sa main le pénis du manchot !
Et gloire à don Juan qui fit reluire un soir
Ce cul deshérité ne sachant que s'asseoir !
Cette fille est trop vilaine, il me la faut.
Gloire à qui n'ayant pas d'idéal sacro-saint
Se borne à ne pas trop emmerder ses voisins !
Et gloire à don Juan qui rendit femme celle
Qui, sans lui, quelle horreur ! serait morte pucelle !
Cette fille est trop vilaine, il me la faut.
Mauricevictor Vial
Don Juan par Georges Brassens
Gloire à qui freine à mort de peur d'écrabouiller
Le hérisson perdu, le crapaud fourvoyé !
Et gloire à don Juan, d'avoir un jour souri
A celle à qui les autres n'attachaient aucun prix !
Cette fille est trop vilaine, il me la faut.
Gloire au flic qui barrait le passage aux autos
Pour laisser traverser les chats de Léautaud
Et gloire à don Juan d'avoir pris rendez-vous,
Avec la délaissée, que l'amour désavoue !
Cette fille est trop vilaine, il me la faut.
Gloire au premier venu qui passe et qui se tait
Quand la canaille crie "haro sur le baudet" !
Et gloire à don Juan pour ses galants discours
A celle à qui les autres faisaient jamais la cour !
Cette fille est trop vilaine, il me la faut.
Et gloire à ce curé sauvant son ennemi
Lors du massacre de la Saint-Barthélémy !
Et gloire à don Juan qui couvrit de baisers
La fille que les autres refusaient d'embrasser !
Cette fille est trop vilaine, il me la faut.
Et gloire à ce soldat qui jeta son fusil
Plutôt que d'achever l'otage à sa merci !
Et gloire à don Juan d'avoir osé trousser
Celle dont le jupon restait toujours baissé !
Cette fille est trop vilaine, il me la faut.
Gloire à la bonne soeur qui, par temps pas très chaud,
Dégela dans sa main le pénis du manchot !
Et gloire à don Juan qui fit reluire un soir
Ce cul deshérité ne sachant que s'asseoir !
Cette fille est trop vilaine, il me la faut.
Gloire à qui n'ayant pas d'idéal sacro-saint
Se borne à ne pas trop emmerder ses voisins !
Et gloire à don Juan qui rendit femme celle
Qui, sans lui, quelle horreur ! serait morte pucelle !
Cette fille est trop vilaine, il me la faut.
Beni Beni
merci
Mingot Didier
merci au poète , un Monsieur un grand de la chanson française pour toujours dans nos coeurs.
Tony Off
Gloire à Brassens d'avoir écrit ses chansons...
Romaric .Richard
Ces petits sourires quand il dit des grivoiseries... Excellent !!
jacques monnier
On ne peut pas aimer brassens et etre
méchant!
Carole Blin
Cette fille est trop vilaine, il me la faut!
Pasteur Fred
mon dieu que cette chanson est excellente, surement des heures et des heures de boulot pour un résultat inoubliable, il faut de la maturité et du vécu pour apprécier mais cela en vaut la peine, bravo, bravo!!!!!
Julien Morel
Gloire à Brassens!
KER JI
classieux !! viva !! classieux !! viva !!