Têtes Raides is a French group whose music reunites elements of french poet… Read Full Bio ↴Têtes Raides is a French group whose music reunites elements of french poetry, theater, visual arts and the Big Top circus antics to create a very particular brand of contemporary french folk rock.

The group was founded in Paris during the 1980s. Originally, they played music heavily influenced by the punk movement and depended on electric instruments. Their third album featured Anne-Gaëlle, a classically trained cellist, and marked a turning point in the group’s music toward a more acoustic sound. The group’s later efforts misleadingly took shape of casual folk songs while actually using stunning musical arrangements, experimental soundscapes and poetic lyrics rife with very dark humor.

Listeners find the influence of classic French musicians like Jacques Brel, Georges Brassens and Les Négresses Vertes.

C'est dimanche
Têtes Raides Lyrics

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C'est indécent de s'balader
La bouille au vent, la bouille au vent

Ou de flirter avec des ronces
C'est méprisant, c'est méprisant

C'est agaçant de voir glisser
Un doux baiser sur le ciment

Si mes pensées sont vérité
Je remonterai d'où je descends

Connaître ou ne rien savoir
T'avais choisi, pardi
Et naître ou ne rien avoir
T'avais choisi ton paradis
Paradis

C'est une vie qu'est sans souci
Du lundi jusqu'au vendredi
Mais le samedi j'dis non merci
Car demain
C'est dimanche

C'est insouciant de s'pavaner
La fleur aux dents, la fleur aux dents

Ou fricoter avec les songes
C'est impudent, c'est impudent

C'est énervant de voir bugger
Nos destinées sur les écrans

S'il est risqué de dire attends
J'attendrai plus, je r'descendrai d'où je montant

Connaître ou ne rien savoir
T'avais choisi pardi
Et naître ou ne rien avoir
T'avais choisi ton paradis
Paradis

C'est une vie qu'est sans souci
Du lundi jusqu'au vendredi
Mais le samedi j'dis non merci
Car demain
C'est dimanche

Hey

Si mes pensées sont vérité
Je remonterai d'où je descends

Overall Meaning

The song "C'est Dimanche" by Têtes Raides talks about the carefree nature of life and the choices that people make. The lyrics suggest that it is indecent to wander around without a care in the world and to flirt with danger, and that it is disrespectful to let destiny slip away without any effort to control it. The lyrics express a deep frustration with the way in which some people live their lives, without giving much thought to the consequences of their actions, and without considering the impact that their choices may have on others.

The repeated refrain of "C'est une vie qu'est sans souci" reinforces the idea that the singer is referring to a certain type of privileged existence, where people don't have to worry about life's hardships during the weekdays, but rather spend their time being carefree and potentially arrogant. However, the singer seems to be against this way of life, choosing to distance himself from it by saying "Mais le samedi j'dis non merci, car demain c'est dimanche" meaning "But on Saturday, I say no thank you, because tomorrow is Sunday." The idea of Sunday being a day of rest - whether religious or not - is well-known in France and throughout Europe, and the singer seems to be advocating for a more responsible, grounded way of living.

Overall, the lyrics of "C'est Dimanche" by Têtes Raides suggest that there is a certain lack of authenticity and responsibility inherent in some people's way of life, and that in order to truly live well, one must embrace the challenges and ups and downs of life, rather than trying to avoid them.

Line by Line Meaning

C'est indécent de s'balader La bouille au vent, la bouille au vent
It's inappropriate to walk around With your face in the wind, with your face in the wind

Ou de flirter avec des ronces C'est méprisant, c'est méprisant
Or to flirt with thorns It's contemptuous, it's contemptuous

C'est agaçant de voir glisser Un doux baiser sur le ciment
It's annoying to see A sweet kiss glide on the concrete

Si mes pensées sont vérité Je remonterai d'où je descends
If my thoughts are true I will go back where I come from

Connaître ou ne rien savoir T'avais choisi, pardi Et naître ou ne rien avoir T'avais choisi ton paradis Paradis
Knowing or not knowing You had chosen, damn And being born with nothing or having everything You had chosen your paradise Paradise

C'est une vie qu'est sans souci Du lundi jusqu'au vendredi Mais le samedi j'dis non merci Car demain C'est dimanche
It's a carefree life From Monday to Friday But I say no thanks on Saturday Because tomorrow It's Sunday

C'est insouciant de s'pavaner La fleur aux dents, la fleur aux dents
It's carefree to parade around With a flower in your teeth, with a flower in your teeth

Ou fricoter avec les songes C'est impudent, c'est impudent
Or to flirt with dreams It's impudent, it's impudent

C'est énervant de voir bugger Nos destinées sur les écrans
It's annoying to see Our destinies glitching on screens

S'il est risqué de dire attends J'attendrai plus, je r'descendrai d'où je montant
If it's risky to say wait I won't wait anymore, I'll go back where I was climbing from

Hey
Hey

Si mes pensées sont vérité Je remonterai d'où je descends
If my thoughts are true I will go back where I come from

Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Written by: Edith Begout, Millot Boisseau, Gregoire Simon, Olivier Cali, Serge Begout, Anne-Gaelle Bisquay, Olivier Coader

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