In… Read Full Bio ↴Thomas Fersen is a French singer-composer born in 1963 in Paris.
In his youth, he joined a punk band, before playing the piano in cafés-théatre. His first album in 1993 brought him an immediate success.
Fersen is a poet, who enjoys playing with language -he writes his lyrics exclusively in french-, using words, rhymes, symbols and images of vegetal or animal world. He tells strange and funny stories, impressions and dreams of casual life. His smoker's deep voice gives a particular tone to his songs. His musical style varies from one album to another (rock, folk, jazz and blues..).
He is one of the first who joined the Tot Ou tard/WM France label.
Concombre
Thomas Fersen Lyrics
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A bord d'un énorme concombre atterri parmi les lapins
Il faut voir comme ils prolifèrent, il faut voir comme ils sont nombreux
À venir adorer le dieu, le dieu des plantes potagères
Je viens de redescendre sur Terre et j'ai les oreilles qui bourdonnent
J'entends comme un coléoptère, prisonnier dans une bonbonne
Comme ceux que je fume dans mon bain et j'arrive dans l'aérogare
Il est interdit de fumer mais moi, j'ai pas besoin d'fumer
Je suis encore dans les nuages et j'attends mon petit bagage
Je viens de redescendre sur Terre et j'ai les oreilles qui bourdonnent
J'entends comme un coléoptère, prisonnier dans une bonbonne
Bien que je n'sois plus dans la courge, je sens encore le sol qui bouge
Paraît que ça fait ça lorsque on fait le voyage dans la queue
Ce fut un voyage sans encombre, ce fut un voyage sans pépin
A bord d'un énorme concombre atterri parmi les lapins
On dirait qu'une touffe de coton me capitonne les oreilles
Comme celles que ces petits gloutons exhibent sur leurs petits derrières
Je viens de redescendre sur Terre et j'ai les oreilles qui bourdonnent
J'entends comme un coléoptère, prisonnier dans une bonbonne
Bien qu'il n'y ait de hanneton sous mon chapeau, agonisant
Un feutre à plume de faisan ramené d'un pays teuton
On m'a débouché les oreilles, il y avait une mine de crayon.
The lyrics of Thomas Fersen's song "Concombre" depict a surreal and whimsical journey. In the first verse, the singer describes a smooth and trouble-free journey aboard a giant cucumber that lands among rabbits. The rabbits symbolize fertility and abundance, as they multiply and come to worship the deity of vegetable plants.
In the second verse, the singer has returned to Earth but still feels disconnected from reality. The buzzing in his ears, compared to a beetle trapped in a jar, suggests a disorienting sensation. This may allude to the difficulty of readjusting to mundane life after such an extraordinary adventure.
The third verse portrays the singer's arrival at an airport after leaving behind the luxury of smoking Cuban cigars. Despite the smoking ban, he feels above the rules and claims not to need a cigarette. Still, he is figuratively "in the clouds" and waiting for his small luggage, suggesting a lingering detachment from reality.
In the final verse, the singer acknowledges that even though he is no longer in a state of euphoria, he still feels a lingering sense of movement and instability. This could be both a physical and metaphorical sensation, signifying an unsettled mindset. The mention of cotton tufts on the rabbits' behinds creates a whimsical image, further highlighting the fantastical elements of the journey.
The bridge between verses refers to the singer having his ears unclogged, revealing a pencil mine inside. This metaphor implies that, despite the singer's attempts to ground himself, his mind is still filled with creative ideas and inspiration. The mention of a hat with a feather from a German country adds to the eccentricity of the scene, suggesting a mix of cultures and influences.
Overall, "Concombre" showcases Thomas Fersen's ability to create playful and imaginative lyrics that provoke curiosity and invite interpretation. The song's mix of absurdity and symbolism allows listeners to reflect on their own experiences of disconnection, adventure, and the lingering effects of extraordinary events on the human psyche.
Line by Line Meaning
Ce fut un voyage sans encombre, ce fut un voyage sans pépin
The journey was smooth and trouble-free
A bord d'un énorme concombre atterri parmi les lapins
Onboarded a huge cucumber that landed among the rabbits
Il faut voir comme ils prolifèrent, il faut voir comme ils sont nombreux
You have to see how they multiply, how numerous they are
À venir adorer le dieu, le dieu des plantes potagères
To come and worship the god, the god of vegetable plants
Je viens de redescendre sur Terre et j'ai les oreilles qui bourdonnent
I just came back down to Earth and my ears are buzzing
J'entends comme un coléoptère, prisonnier dans une bonbonne
I hear like a beetle, imprisoned in a flask
Je viens de quitter le cigare, de quitter le cigare cubain
I just left the cigar, left the Cuban cigar
Comme ceux que je fume dans mon bain et j'arrive dans l'aérogare
Like the ones I smoke in my bath and I arrive at the airport terminal
Il est interdit de fumer mais moi, j'ai pas besoin d'fumer
Smoking is prohibited but I don't need to smoke
Je suis encore dans les nuages et j'attends mon petit bagage
I am still in the clouds and waiting for my little luggage
Bien que je n'sois plus dans la courge, je sens encore le sol qui bouge
Although I am no longer in the gourd, I still feel the ground moving
Paraît que ça fait ça lorsque on fait le voyage dans la queue
It seems that's what happens when you travel in a cucumber
On dirait qu'une touffe de coton me capitonne les oreilles
It seems like a tuft of cotton is lining my ears
Comme celles que ces petits gloutons exhibent sur leurs petits derrières
Like the ones those little gluttons show off on their little behinds
Bien qu'il n'y ait de hanneton sous mon chapeau, agonisant
Although there is no May beetle under my hat, dying
Un feutre à plume de faisan ramené d'un pays teuton
A pheasant feather felt hat brought back from a Teutonic country
On m'a débouché les oreilles, il y avait une mine de crayon.
They uncorked my ears, there was a pencil lead.
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