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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 Rose La Bouteille Et La Poignée De Main
by Georges Brassens
Cette rose avait glissé de
La gerbe qu'un héros gâteux
Portait au monument aux Morts
Comme tous les gens levaient leurs
Yeux pour voir hisser les couleurs
Je la recueillis sans remords
Et je repris ma route et m'en allai quérir
Au p'tit bonheur la chance, un corsage à fleurir
Car c'est une des pir's perversions qui soient
Que de garder une rose par-devers soi
La première à qui je l'offris
Tourna la tête avec mépris
La deuxième s'enfuit et court
Encore en criant "Au secours!
Si la troisième m'a donné
Un coup d'ombrelle sur le nez
La quatrième, c'est plus méchant
Se mit en quête d'un agent
Car, aujourd'hui, c'est saugrenu
Sans être louche, on ne peut pas
Fleurir de belles inconnu's
On est tombé bien bas, bien bas
Et ce pauvre petit bouton
De rose a fleuri le veston
D'un vague chien de commissaire
Quelle misère!
Cette bouteille était tombé
De la soutane d'un abbé
Sortant de la messe ivre mort
Une bouteille de vin fin
Millésimé, béni, divin
Je la recueillis sans remords
Et je repris ma route en cherchant, plein d'espoir
Un brave gosier sec pour m'aider à la boire
Car c'est une des pir's perversions qui soient
Que de garder du vin béni par-devers soi
Le premier refusa mon verre
En me lorgnant d'un il sévère
Le deuxième m'a dit, railleur
De m'en aller cuver ailleurs
Si le troisième, sans retard
Au nez m'a jeté le nectar
Le quatrième, c'est plus méchant
Se mit en quête, d'un agent
Car, aujourd'hui, c'est saugrenu
Sans être louche, on ne peut pas
Trinquer avec des inconnus
On est tombé bien bas, bien bas
Avec la bouteille de vin fin
Millésimé, béni, divin
Les flics se sont rincé la dalle
Un vrai scandale!
Cette pauvre poigné' de main
Gisait, oubliée, en chemin
Par deux amis fâchés à mort
Quelque peu décontenancé'
Elle était là, dans le fossé
Je la recueillis sans remords
Et je repris ma route avec l'intention
De faire circuler la virile effusion
Car c'est une des pir's perversions qui soient
Qu' de garder une poigné' de main par-devers soi
Le premier m'a dit: "Fous le camp !
J'aurais peur de salir mes gants."
Le deuxième, d'un air dévot
Me donna cent sous, d'ailleurs faux
Si le troisième, ours mal léché
Dans ma main tendue a craché
Le quatrième, c'est plus méchant
Se mit en quête d'un agent
Car, aujourd'hui, c'est saugrenu
Sans être louche, on ne peut pas
Serrer la main des inconnus
On est tombé bien bas, bien bas
Et la pauvre poigné' de main
Victime d'un sort inhumain
Alla terminer sa carrière
A la fourrière!
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: GEORGES CHARLES BRASSENS
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
by Georges Brassens
Cette rose avait glissé de
La gerbe qu'un héros gâteux
Portait au monument aux Morts
Comme tous les gens levaient leurs
Yeux pour voir hisser les couleurs
Je la recueillis sans remords
Et je repris ma route et m'en allai quérir
Au p'tit bonheur la chance, un corsage à fleurir
Car c'est une des pir's perversions qui soient
Que de garder une rose par-devers soi
La première à qui je l'offris
Tourna la tête avec mépris
La deuxième s'enfuit et court
Encore en criant "Au secours!
Si la troisième m'a donné
Un coup d'ombrelle sur le nez
La quatrième, c'est plus méchant
Se mit en quête d'un agent
Car, aujourd'hui, c'est saugrenu
Sans être louche, on ne peut pas
Fleurir de belles inconnu's
On est tombé bien bas, bien bas
Et ce pauvre petit bouton
De rose a fleuri le veston
D'un vague chien de commissaire
Quelle misère!
Cette bouteille était tombé
De la soutane d'un abbé
Sortant de la messe ivre mort
Une bouteille de vin fin
Millésimé, béni, divin
Je la recueillis sans remords
Et je repris ma route en cherchant, plein d'espoir
Un brave gosier sec pour m'aider à la boire
Car c'est une des pir's perversions qui soient
Que de garder du vin béni par-devers soi
Le premier refusa mon verre
En me lorgnant d'un il sévère
Le deuxième m'a dit, railleur
De m'en aller cuver ailleurs
Si le troisième, sans retard
Au nez m'a jeté le nectar
Le quatrième, c'est plus méchant
Se mit en quête, d'un agent
Car, aujourd'hui, c'est saugrenu
Sans être louche, on ne peut pas
Trinquer avec des inconnus
On est tombé bien bas, bien bas
Avec la bouteille de vin fin
Millésimé, béni, divin
Les flics se sont rincé la dalle
Un vrai scandale!
Cette pauvre poigné' de main
Gisait, oubliée, en chemin
Par deux amis fâchés à mort
Quelque peu décontenancé'
Elle était là, dans le fossé
Je la recueillis sans remords
Et je repris ma route avec l'intention
De faire circuler la virile effusion
Car c'est une des pir's perversions qui soient
Qu' de garder une poigné' de main par-devers soi
Le premier m'a dit: "Fous le camp !
J'aurais peur de salir mes gants."
Le deuxième, d'un air dévot
Me donna cent sous, d'ailleurs faux
Si le troisième, ours mal léché
Dans ma main tendue a craché
Le quatrième, c'est plus méchant
Se mit en quête d'un agent
Car, aujourd'hui, c'est saugrenu
Sans être louche, on ne peut pas
Serrer la main des inconnus
On est tombé bien bas, bien bas
Et la pauvre poigné' de main
Victime d'un sort inhumain
Alla terminer sa carrière
A la fourrière!
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: GEORGES CHARLES BRASSENS
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