Some stories need to be told before they fade out, like an abandoned campfi… Read Full Bio ↴Some stories need to be told before they fade out, like an abandoned campfire at dawn.

After playing in the subway and on many small scenes with Polar Eyes both in Montreal and elsewhere, Thierry Bruyère tried his luck in french to share with his public his musical universe which combines British melancholy, folk and pop sounds and a pen that claims his American Frenchness.

Produced by Navet Confit, Thierry's first album also include contributions from Vincent Blain (L'indice), Marc Chartrain (Pascale Picard, Damien Robitaille, Les Chiens) and Émilie Proulx.

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Au service de Sa Majesté
Thierry Bruyère Lyrics

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Au réveil, c’est toujours pareil
Les héros disparaissent sur fond blanc
Finis, les princes charmants

Je ne crois plus aux contes de fées
La magie, c’est pour la télé
Mon bonheur est incorporé
Si vous voulez le partager, ach'tez-le, ach'tez-le

J’aime les filles comme à la télé
Elles me permettent d’oublier
Ma famille à qui je n'parle plus
Et ma femme qui ne m’aime plus comme avant, comme avant

Et les grands, par milliers
Vont au bal en l’honneur de Sa Majesté

Cendrillon est épuisée
Elle a pour ordre de cirer
Les souliers que je porterai pour danser

Je dans'rai sans aucun souci
Pour Blanche-Neige et tous ses amis
Je comprends très bien la sorcière
De vouloir réduire sa plus belle adversaire
En poussière

Et les grands, par milliers
Vont au bal en l’honneur de Sa Majesté
Et les grands, trop souvent
Ferment les yeux au service de Sa Majesté

Je ne crois plus aux contes de fées
Je ne crois plus aux contes de fées

Je ne crois plus aux contes de fées
Je ne crois plus aux contes de fées

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Thierry Bruyère's song "Au service de Sa Majesté" delve into themes of disillusionment with fairy tales and the desire to escape from the realities of life. The opening lines express a sense of repetition and disappointment, as the heroes disappear and the fairy tale concept of prince charmings is no longer believed in. The singer no longer finds magic in fairy tales, relegating it to something only for television. Instead, their happiness lies in material possessions, which they suggest others can also have if they buy it. This can be seen as a critique of consumer culture, where happiness is equated with material wealth.

The second stanza introduces the idea of using the girls on television as a means of escaping from personal struggles and broken relationships. The singer specifically mentions their family whom they no longer communicate with and a wife who does not love them as she did before. The reference to thousands of people attending a ball in honor of Sa Majesté (the Majesty) symbolizes a larger society that blindly follows and supports a figure of power, turning a blind eye to their own struggles.

The mention of Cinderella being exhausted and ordered to shine the shoes that the singer will wear to dance carries a metaphorical meaning. It suggests that even in a seemingly glamorous situation, the tasks and obligations can be burdensome. The final repetition of not believing in fairy tales emphasizes the singer's disillusionment, asserting that they no longer hold onto the hope and idealism that such stories once offered.

Line by Line Meaning

Au réveil, c’est toujours pareil
Every morning, it's always the same

Les héros disparaissent sur fond blanc
The heroes disappear on a white background

Finis, les princes charmants
Gone are the charming princes

Je ne crois plus aux contes de fées
I no longer believe in fairy tales

La magie, c’est pour la télé
Magic is for TV

Mon bonheur est incorporé
My happiness is incorporated

Si vous voulez le partager, ach'tez-le, ach'tez-le
If you want to share it, buy it, buy it

J’aime les filles comme à la télé
I love girls like on TV

Elles me permettent d’oublier
They allow me to forget

Ma famille à qui je n'parle plus
My family whom I no longer speak to

Et ma femme qui ne m’aime plus comme avant, comme avant
And my wife who no longer loves me like before, like before