He spent a long part of his childhood in the café which his parents owned, where he learned work jargon and slang. At the age of 14 he signed up to the conservatoire de musique de Toulouse and to a dramatic arts institute. In the mean time, he set up his first band of 4 musicians in his own name, with whom he played at events throughout the region. In 1957, he was snapped up by Eddie Barclay who signed him on. It was in the studio of Barclay where he met his future wife, Simone Mazaltarim.
In 1958 Perret carried on touring round Parisian cabaret bars and crossed France and Africa as a part of the American group, The Platters. In Novemeber that year, a pleurisy forced him to take two years off in a sanatorium.
A master of the subtleties of the French language and French slang (he even rewrote some of Jean de La Fontaine's fables), his songs are often cheeky (for example Le zizi (The willy)) , asking questions in a seemingly naive child's tone, but has written more serious political songs, such as La bête est revenue, La petite kurde, Vert de Colère ou Lily.
Solitude
Pierre Perret Lyrics
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I
Je bande trop. De ma culotte
Je sors mon vit qui dcalotte
Son champignon
Tremidi, seul dans sa chambre,
En ttette avec son membre,
C'est du guignon.
Mon jacquemart me tend le ventre :
Dans quelque-chose il faut que j'entre,
Cul bouche ou con.
Mais je ne vois pas ma voisine
Lanant son ?illade assassine
De son balcon
III
En vain Coco dresse sa huppe :
Dans la maison pas une jupe,
Pas un bonnet.
La pine au poing, pose quivoque,
Dfaut de con je t'invoque,
Veuve Poignet.
IV
Mais la Chimre ouvre sa porte.
Une femme entre,gorge forte,
Reins puissants,
Qui retrousse chemise et cotte
Met sous mon nez sa grosse motte
Aux crins frisants
V
Puis je l'empoigne par les hanches,
Et j'carte ses cuisses blanches
De mon genou ;
Dj ma pine triomphante
De l'abricot perant la fente
Y fait son trou.
VI
Serrant le cul, haussant la croupe,
Les pieds en l'air comme en un groupe
De Clodion,
Elle absorbe toute ma pine
Et retrouve de Messaline
Le tordion.
VIl
Un flot de liqueur prostatique,
Du temple mouillant le portique,
Ecume au bord ;
Sous le choc du vit qui la pousse
Elle criechaque secousse :
Vas-y plus fort !
VIII
Les yeux noys, de plaisir ple,
Jusqu' la garde elle s'empale,
Comme autrefois
Du dieu Priape au fond d'un antre
Les filles s'enfonaient au ventre
L'outil de bois.
IX
Quand j'ai bien goutt mon tube,
Je vois s'envoler le succube
Aux beaux seins nus,
Je deviens flasque, je dbande,
Et je regrette mon offrande,
Fausse Vnus.
X
Sur mes doigts en nappes s'panche,
Dj froide, la liqueur blanche ;
Tout est fini,
Et j'offre pour ton microscope
Le rsultat de ma syncope,
Spallanzani !
The lyrics in Pierre Perret's song "Solitude" are incredibly explicit and vulgar, and depict the act of masturbation and the subsequent fantasy of engaging in sexual intercourse with a woman. The singer's words are crude and vulgar, using slang terms for genitals and describing in detail his sexual act with imaginary women. The singer is clearly in a state of loneliness and desperation, seeking pleasure through self-gratification, but ultimately feeling unsatisfied and regretful of his actions.
The lyrics are a raw, honest portrayal of the darker side of sexuality and desire, particularly the feelings of frustration and loneliness that can sometimes drive people towards sexual fantasies and encounters. The song is an emotional rollercoaster, shifting rapidly between feelings of pleasure, regret, and despair, and ultimately offering a sobering reminder of the dangers of addiction and self-destructive behaviors.
Overall, "Solitude" is a powerful and thought-provoking work of art, one that challenges our preconceptions of sex and desire, and forces us to question our own motivations and impulses.
Line by Line Meaning
Je bande trop. De ma culotte
My penis is erect. It is protruding from my underwear.
Je sors mon vit qui dcalotte
I pull out my penis and the foreskin retracts.
Son champignon
Its head is exposed.
Tremidi, seul dans sa chambre,
On a Tuesday, alone in my room,
En ttette avec son membre,
Engaged in masturbation,
C'est du guignon.
It's bad luck.
Mon jacquemart me tend le ventre :
My penis is hard and erect:
Dans quelque-chose il faut que j'entre,
I need to penetrate something, anything,
Cul bouche ou con.
Be it a mouth, anus, or vagina.
Mais je ne vois pas ma voisine
But I don't see my neighbor,
Lanant son ?illade assassine
Throwing me a deadly glance,
De son balcon
From her balcony.
En vain Coco dresse sa huppe :
In vain does Coco display his crest,
Dans la maison pas une jupe,
There is not a woman in the house,
Pas un bonnet.
Not a hat to be seen.
La pine au poing, pose quivoque,
Penis in hand, with an awkward stance,
Dfaut de con je t'invoque,
Lacking a vagina, I call upon you,
Veuve Poignet.
Widow Poignet.
Mais la Chimre ouvre sa porte.
But the Chimera opens her door.
Une femme entre,gorge forte,
A woman enters, with a strong bosom,
Reins puissants,
Powerful hips,
Qui retrousse chemise et cotte
Lifting up her shirt and skirt,
Met sous mon nez sa grosse motte
And presents to me her large pubic mound,
Aux crins frisants
With curly hair.
Puis je l'empoigne par les hanches,
Then I grab her by the hips,
Et j'carte ses cuisses blanches
And spread her white thighs apart,
De mon genou ;
With my knee;
Dj ma pine triomphante
Already my triumphant penis,
De l'abricot perant la fente
Pierces the apricot through the opening,
Y fait son trou.
And finds its way inside.
Serrant le cul, haussant la croupe,
Tightening her rear end, lifting her rump,
Les pieds en l'air comme en un groupe
Feet in the air, as if in a group,
De Clodion,
Like in a sculpture by Clodion,
Elle absorbe toute ma pine
She takes in all of my penis,
Et retrouve de Messaline
And channels Messalina,
Le tordion.
The twisting dance.
Un flot de liqueur prostatique,
A flow of prostatic fluid,
Du temple mouillant le portique,
From the temple wetting the doorframe,
Ecume au bord ;
Foaming at the edge;
Sous le choc du vit qui la pousse
Under the impact of the penis thrusting,
Elle criechaque secousse :
She cries out with every shudder,
Vas-y plus fort !
Go harder!
Les yeux noys, de plaisir ple,
Her eyes drowning, full of pleasure,
Jusqu' la garde elle s'empale,
She impales herself entirely,
Comme autrefois
Like in the olden days,
Du dieu Priape au fond d'un antre
When women took the phallus of Priapus deep into their caves,
Les filles s'enfonaient au ventre
And thrust it deep into their bellies.
L'outil de bois.
The wooden tool.
Quand j'ai bien goutt mon tube,
Once I have fully enjoyed myself,
Je vois s'envoler le succube
I see the succubus fly away,
Aux beaux seins nus,
With her beautiful bare breasts,
Je deviens flasque, je dbande,
I become flaccid, I lose my erection,
Et je regrette mon offrande,
And I regret my offering,
Fausse Vnus.
False Venus.
Sur mes doigts en nappes s'panche,
On my fingers, the white liquid spills,
Dj froide, la liqueur blanche ;
Already cold, the white liquid;
Tout est fini,
It's all over,
Et j'offre pour ton microscope
And I offer for your microscope,
Le rsultat de ma syncope,
The result of my orgasm,
Spallanzani !
Spallanzani!
Contributed by Grayson A. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
JOSEPH SIHALI
Un texte signé Théophile Gautier.
Pascal Lesage
Je croyais que c'était pierre perret lui même ?