1) Gris i… Read Full Bio ↴There are at least four different artists under this name:
1) Gris is a black metal band from Quebec, Canada, formerly known as Niflheim. "Gris" means "grey" in French. They have released two full-length albums to date: "Il était une forêt..." in 2007 and "À l'Âme Enflammée, l'Äme Constellée..." in 2013.
2) Gris is a German rapper.
3) Gris is a Finnish band making jazz related music.
4) Gris is an alternative rock band from Argentina.
Le gala des gens heureux
Gris Lyrics
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Il sait gratter aux cordes sensibles des limaces endormies
Ces immondes plaies baveuses qui me pousse ce soir?
me joindre malgr? moi? ces musiciens de dépotoirs
C’est un orchestre damn? qui accompagne mon suicide
Les violonistes sont mutilés en pantalon gris, leurs orbites sont vides
Les bois sont des clochards brunis et drogu? jusqu’à la moelle
Leurs lèvres brûlantes, en soufflant dans leurs anches, font un bruit de crécelle
Les cuivres crachotent les échos des rires du troupeau moribond
Les cymbales racontent le viol dégoûtant d’une femme exemplaire
Accompagn? par un schizophrène? la brillante caisse claire
Comble de l’horreur est la vue du public de ces harmonies démoniaque
Un peuple méprisable et répulsif, servez leur tous l’ammoniaque
Le regard crépusculaire, ils assistent? l’éradication des belles valeurs
Mais ils payent pour ne pas bien voir, ils y laissent leurs propres cœurs
L’armure délétère d’une gamme aux sordides émois
Impose d’atroces nuances de bémols sur l’hymne? la joie
Leurs ombres parlent et s’accouplent autour de mon cerveau
Soyez maudit, animaux bâtards, je vous noierai dans mes sanglots
Mais de cette foule dissonante ou la folie exécrable
Empoisonne tous les gens dès qu’ils se mettent? table
Le plus sage est ironiquement le chef d’ensemble, métronome austère
Qu’est mon corps pendu, balançant la mesure au porte de l’enfer
The song “Le gala des gens heureux” by Gris describes a wicked band playing a popular symphony for a despicable and repulsive audience. The first verse sets the scene for the night as the band plays on, playing music that “grates at the sensitive strings” of the sleeping slugs, leaving the question of what drove the singer to join in with these musicians in a place of refuse. The orchestra is described as being damnation itself, with mutilated violinists in gray pants and sunken eyes, and woodwind players who are homeless and addicted to drugs. The drumbeat is described as a man hitting children with an erection. The lyrics go on to describe the dissonant crowd, which drowns out even the most beautiful of values with their obscene harmonies. The only wise person present is the conductor, who ironically keeps time in this orchestra of hell.
Gris’s “Le gala des gens heureux” is a song that describes the harshness of the world and the twisted nature of entertainment through gruesome imagery. The second verse goes on to describe the twisted romance that goes on within the mind of the singer, with the dissonant crowd only amplifying the negative emotions within him. With the band playing, the audience is slowly losing themselves to madness, and the singer goes on to curse them in a fit of despair.
This song speaks to the dangers of entertainment that may appeal to our most terrible emotions and desires, leading us to lose sight of our values and become lost in a world of horror.
Line by Line Meaning
C’est un orchestre vicieux qui joue ce soir, sa populaire symphonie
Tonight, a wicked orchestra plays its popular symphony
Il sait gratter aux cordes sensibles des limaces endormies
It knows how to pluck the sensitive chords of sleeping slugs
Ces immondes plaies baveuses qui me pousse ce soir?
Are these disgusting, slimy wounds that push me to join against my will?
me joindre malgr? moi? ces musiciens de dépotoirs
Joining me despite myself with these garbage musicians
C’est un orchestre damn? qui accompagne mon suicide
It's a cursed orchestra accompanying my suicide
Les violonistes sont mutilés en pantalon gris, leurs orbites sont vides
The violinists are mutilated, wearing grey pants and empty eye sockets
Les bois sont des clochards brunis et drogu? jusqu’à la moelle
The woodwinds are browned hobos, drugged to the core
Leurs lèvres brûlantes, en soufflant dans leurs anches, font un bruit de crécelle
Their burning lips, blowing into their reeds, make a rattle sound
Le timbalier matraque des enfants avec son sexe en érection
The timpanist strikes children with his erect penis
Les cuivres crachotent les échos des rires du troupeau moribond
The brass spew out echoes of laughter from the dying herd
Les cymbales racontent le viol dégoûtant d’une femme exemplaire
The cymbals tell the disgusting rape of an exemplary woman
Accompagn? par un schizophrène? la brillante caisse claire
Accompanied by a schizophrenic, the brilliant snare drum
Comble de l’horreur est la vue du public de ces harmonies démoniaque
The pinnacle of horror is seeing the demonic harmonies of the audience
Un peuple méprisable et répulsif, servez leur tous l’ammoniaque
A contemptuous and repulsive people, serve them all ammonia
Le regard crépusculaire, ils assistent? l’éradication des belles valeurs
With sunset eyes, they witness the eradication of beautiful values
Mais ils payent pour ne pas bien voir, ils y laissent leurs propres cœurs
But they pay not to see well, they leave their own hearts there
L’armure délétère d’une gamme aux sordides émois
The harmful armor of a scale filled with sordid emotions
Impose d’atroces nuances de bémols sur l’hymne? la joie
It imposes atrocious flats on the hymn of joy
Leurs ombres parlent et s’accouplent autour de mon cerveau
Their shadows speak and mate around my brain
Soyez maudit, animaux bâtards, je vous noierai dans mes sanglots
Be cursed, you bastard animals, I will drown you in my tears
Mais de cette foule dissonante ou la folie exécrable
But from this dissonant crowd, where detestable madness
Empoisonne tous les gens dès qu’ils se mettent? table
Poisons all people as soon as they sit at the table
Le plus sage est ironiquement le chef d’ensemble, métronome austère
Ironically, the wisest is the ensemble conductor, austere metronome
Qu’est mon corps pendu, balançant la mesure au porte de l’enfer
What is my body hanging, swaying to the rhythm at the gates of hell
Contributed by Samantha P. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
@ulabula1680
One of my favorite songs of any genre, still gives me chills even after hundreds of spins. I doesn't get much deeper than this... very emotional, unbelievable atmosphere, badass riffage and passages. This album is a journey, masterpiece!
@eliottbernez7713
parfait pour se remémorer les bons moments avec son amour perdu
@kacperpajak1711
c'est très vrai
@D34TH30RY
This is one of the best DSBM band ever... this is melancholy, this is grief, this is dispair.. transformed in music in a such way that it just beautiful. this band is art it self in all ways.
@DJPach
Personally, this is the best black metal song I've had the pleasure to listen to.
@hellijanobody8085
It's DSBM
@soulrupture
@@hellijanobody8085 a subgenre from black metal, so whatever.
@xanselmox
That opening drop with the scream/moan, god damn I love it
@MisterF-ts4eo
Любимый момент (читай начинай слушать с 5:30)
Ivan Vasilievich on 5:30 :)
@flippypwa978
C'est mon album de black metal péféré existant sur terre. Merci gris