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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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Tempête Dans Un Bénitier
by Georges Brassens
Tempête dans un bénitier
Le souverain pontife avecque
Les évêques, les archevêques
Nous font un satané chantier
Ils ne savent pas ce qu'ils perdent
Tous ces fichus calotins
Sans le latin, sans le latin
La messe nous emmerde
A la fête liturgique
Plus de grand's pompes, soudain
Sans le latin, sans le latin
Plus de mystère magique
Le rite qui nous envoûte
S'avère alors anodin
Sans le latin, sans le latin
Et les fidèl's s'en foutent
O très Sainte Marie mèr' de
Dieu, dites à ces putains
De moines qu'ils nous emmerdent
Sans le latin
Je ne suis pas le seul, morbleu
Depuis que ces règles sévissent
A ne plus me rendre à l'office
Dominical que quand il pleut
Il ne savent pas ce qu'ils perdent
Tous ces fichus calotins
Sans le latin, sans le latin
La messe nous emmerde
En renonçant à l'occulte
Faudra qu'ils fassent tintin
Sans le latin, sans le latin
Pour le denier du culte
A la saison printanière
Suisse, bedeau, sacristain
Sans le latin, sans le latin
F'ront l'églis' buissonnière
O très Sainte Marie mèr' de
Dieu, dites à ces putains
De moines qu'ils nous emmerdent
Sans le latin.
Ces oiseaux sont des enragés
Ces corbeaux qui scient, rognent, tranchent
La saine et bonne vieille branche
De la croix où ils sont perchés
Ils ne savent pas ce qu'ils perdent
Tous ces fichus calotins
Sans le latin, sans le latin
La messe nous emmerde
Le vin du sacré calice
Se change en eau de boudin
Sans le latin, sans le latin
Et ses vertus faiblissent
A Lourdes, Sète ou bien Parme
Comme à Quimper Corentin
Le presbytère sans le latin
A perdu de son charme
O très Sainte Marie mèr' de
Dieu, dites à ces putains
De moines qu'ils nous emmerdent
Sans le latin
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: GEORGES CHARLES BRASSENS
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
by Georges Brassens
Tempête dans un bénitier
Le souverain pontife avecque
Les évêques, les archevêques
Nous font un satané chantier
Ils ne savent pas ce qu'ils perdent
Tous ces fichus calotins
Sans le latin, sans le latin
La messe nous emmerde
A la fête liturgique
Plus de grand's pompes, soudain
Sans le latin, sans le latin
Plus de mystère magique
Le rite qui nous envoûte
S'avère alors anodin
Sans le latin, sans le latin
Et les fidèl's s'en foutent
O très Sainte Marie mèr' de
Dieu, dites à ces putains
De moines qu'ils nous emmerdent
Sans le latin
Je ne suis pas le seul, morbleu
Depuis que ces règles sévissent
A ne plus me rendre à l'office
Dominical que quand il pleut
Il ne savent pas ce qu'ils perdent
Tous ces fichus calotins
Sans le latin, sans le latin
La messe nous emmerde
En renonçant à l'occulte
Faudra qu'ils fassent tintin
Sans le latin, sans le latin
Pour le denier du culte
A la saison printanière
Suisse, bedeau, sacristain
Sans le latin, sans le latin
F'ront l'églis' buissonnière
O très Sainte Marie mèr' de
Dieu, dites à ces putains
De moines qu'ils nous emmerdent
Sans le latin.
Ces oiseaux sont des enragés
Ces corbeaux qui scient, rognent, tranchent
La saine et bonne vieille branche
De la croix où ils sont perchés
Ils ne savent pas ce qu'ils perdent
Tous ces fichus calotins
Sans le latin, sans le latin
La messe nous emmerde
Le vin du sacré calice
Se change en eau de boudin
Sans le latin, sans le latin
Et ses vertus faiblissent
A Lourdes, Sète ou bien Parme
Comme à Quimper Corentin
Le presbytère sans le latin
A perdu de son charme
O très Sainte Marie mèr' de
Dieu, dites à ces putains
De moines qu'ils nous emmerdent
Sans le latin
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: GEORGES CHARLES BRASSENS
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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