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Georges Brassens was a French singer-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-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-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 Religieuse
by Georges Brassens
Tous les cœurs se rallient à sa blanche cornette,
Si le chrétien succombe à son charme insidieux,
Le païen le plus sûr, l’athée' le plus honnête
Se laisseraient aller parfois à croire en Dieu.
Et les enfants de chœur font tinter leur sonnette
Il paraît que, dessous sa cornette fatale
Qu'elle arbore à la messe avec tant de rigueur,
Cette petite sœur cache, c'est un scandale!
Une queue de cheval et des accroche-cœurs.
Et les enfants de chœur s'agitent dans les stalles
Il paraît que, dessous son gros habit de bure,
Elle porte coquettement des bas de soi',
Festons, frivolités, fanfreluches, guipures,
Enfin tout ce qu'il faut pour que le diable y soit.
Et les enfants de chœur ont des pensées impures
Il paraît que le soir, en voici bien d'une autre!
A l'heure où ses consœurs sont sagement couchés
Ou débitent pieusement des patenôtres,
Elle se déshabille devant sa psyché.
Et les enfants de chœur ont la fièvre, les pauvres
Il paraît qu'à loisir elle se mire nue,
De face, de profil, et même, hélas! de dos,
Après avoir, sans gêne, accroché sa tenue
Aux branches de la croix comme au portemanteau.
Chez les enfants de chœur le malin s'insinue
Il paraît que, levant au ciel un œil complice,
Elle dit "Bravo, Seigneur, c'est du joli travail!"
Puis qu'elle ajoute avec encore plus de malice
"La cambrure des reins, ça, c'est une trouvaille!"
Et les enfants de chœur souffrent un vrai supplice
Il paraît qu'à minuit, bonne mère, c'est pire
On entend se mêler, dans d'étranges accords,
La voix énamouré' des anges qui soupirent
Et celle de la sœur criant " Encore! Encore!"
Et les enfants de chœur, les malheureux, transpirent
Et monsieur le curé, que ces bruits turlupinent,
Se dit avec raison que le brave Jésus
Avec sa tête, hélas! déjà chargé' d'épines,
N'a certes pas besoin d'autre chose dessus.
Et les enfants de chœur, branlant du chef, opinent
Tout ça, c'est des faux bruits, des ragots, des sornettes,
De basses calomnies par Satan répandues.
Pas plus d'accroche-cœurs sous la blanche cornette
Que de queue de cheval, mais un crâne tondu.
Et les enfants de chœur en font, une binette
Pas de troubles penchants dans ce cœur rigoriste,
Sous cet austère habit pas de rubans suspects.
On ne verra jamais la corne au front du Christ,
Le veinard sur sa croix peut s'endormir en paix,
Et les enfants de chœur se masturber, tout tristes
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: GEORGES CHARLES BRASSENS
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
by Georges Brassens
Tous les cœurs se rallient à sa blanche cornette,
Si le chrétien succombe à son charme insidieux,
Le païen le plus sûr, l’athée' le plus honnête
Se laisseraient aller parfois à croire en Dieu.
Et les enfants de chœur font tinter leur sonnette
Il paraît que, dessous sa cornette fatale
Qu'elle arbore à la messe avec tant de rigueur,
Cette petite sœur cache, c'est un scandale!
Une queue de cheval et des accroche-cœurs.
Et les enfants de chœur s'agitent dans les stalles
Il paraît que, dessous son gros habit de bure,
Elle porte coquettement des bas de soi',
Festons, frivolités, fanfreluches, guipures,
Enfin tout ce qu'il faut pour que le diable y soit.
Et les enfants de chœur ont des pensées impures
Il paraît que le soir, en voici bien d'une autre!
A l'heure où ses consœurs sont sagement couchés
Ou débitent pieusement des patenôtres,
Elle se déshabille devant sa psyché.
Et les enfants de chœur ont la fièvre, les pauvres
Il paraît qu'à loisir elle se mire nue,
De face, de profil, et même, hélas! de dos,
Après avoir, sans gêne, accroché sa tenue
Aux branches de la croix comme au portemanteau.
Chez les enfants de chœur le malin s'insinue
Il paraît que, levant au ciel un œil complice,
Elle dit "Bravo, Seigneur, c'est du joli travail!"
Puis qu'elle ajoute avec encore plus de malice
"La cambrure des reins, ça, c'est une trouvaille!"
Et les enfants de chœur souffrent un vrai supplice
Il paraît qu'à minuit, bonne mère, c'est pire
On entend se mêler, dans d'étranges accords,
La voix énamouré' des anges qui soupirent
Et celle de la sœur criant " Encore! Encore!"
Et les enfants de chœur, les malheureux, transpirent
Et monsieur le curé, que ces bruits turlupinent,
Se dit avec raison que le brave Jésus
Avec sa tête, hélas! déjà chargé' d'épines,
N'a certes pas besoin d'autre chose dessus.
Et les enfants de chœur, branlant du chef, opinent
Tout ça, c'est des faux bruits, des ragots, des sornettes,
De basses calomnies par Satan répandues.
Pas plus d'accroche-cœurs sous la blanche cornette
Que de queue de cheval, mais un crâne tondu.
Et les enfants de chœur en font, une binette
Pas de troubles penchants dans ce cœur rigoriste,
Sous cet austère habit pas de rubans suspects.
On ne verra jamais la corne au front du Christ,
Le veinard sur sa croix peut s'endormir en paix,
Et les enfants de chœur se masturber, tout tristes
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: GEORGES CHARLES BRASSENS
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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