Archive pour 1966

« Le bulletin de santé » by Georges Brassens – 1966

Posted in Années 60 / 60's, Chansons francophones / French songs with tags , , , , , , on 0 by EASYCOMBO


 
J’ai perdu mes bajou’s, j’ai perdu ma bedaine,
Et, ce, d’une façon si nette, si soudaine,
Qu’on me suppose un mal qui ne pardonne pas,
Qui se rit d’Esculape et le laisse baba.

Le monstre du Loch Ness ne faisant plus recette
Durant les moments creux dans certaines gazettes,
Systématiquement, les nécrologues jou’nt,
À me mettre au linceul sous des feuilles de chou.

Or, lassé de servir de tête de massacre,
Des contes à mourir debout qu’on me consacre,
Moi qui me porte bien, qui respir’ la santé,
Je m’avance et je cri’ toute la vérité.

Toute la vérité, messieurs, je vous la livre
Si j’ai quitté les rangs des plus de deux cents livres,
C’est la faute à Mimi, à Lisette, à Ninon,
Et bien d’autres, j’ai pas la mémoire des noms.

Si j’ai trahi les gros, les joufflus, les obèses,
C’est que je baise, que je baise, que je baise
Comme un bouc, un bélier, une bête, une brut’,
Je suis hanté : le rut, le rut, le rut, le rut !

Qu’on me comprenne bien, j’ai l’âme du satyre
Et son comportement, mais ça ne veut point dire
Que j’en ai’ le talent, le géni’, loin s’en faut !
Pas une seule encor’ ne m’a crié  » bravo !  »

Entre autres fines fleurs, je compte, sur ma liste
Rose, un bon nombre de femmes de journalistes
Qui, me pensant fichu, mettent toute leur foi
A m’donner du bonheur une dernière fois.

C’est beau, c’est généreux, c’est grand, c’est magnifique !
Et, dans les positions les plus pornographiques,
Je leur rends les honneurs à fesses rabattu’s
Sur des tas de bouillons, des paquets d’invendus.

Et voilà ce qui fait que, quand vos légitimes
Montrent leurs fesse’ au peuple ainsi qu’à vos intimes,
On peut souvent y lire, imprimés à l’envers,
Les échos, les petits potins, les faits divers.

Et si vous entendez sourdre, à travers les plinthes
Du boudoir de ces dam’s, des râles et des plaintes,
Ne dites pas : « C’est tonton Georges qui expire « ,
Ce sont tout simplement les anges qui soupirent.

Et si vous entendez crier comme en quatorze :
« Debout ! Debout les morts !  » ne bombez pas le torse,
C’est l’épouse exalté’ d’un rédacteur en chef
Qui m’incite à monter à l’assaut derechef.

Certe’, il m’arrive bien, revers de la médaille,
De laisser quelquefois des plum’s à la bataille…
Hippocrate dit :  » Oui, c’est des crêtes de coq »,
Et Gallien répond « Non, c’est des gonocoqu’s…  »

Tous les deux ont raison. Vénus parfois vous donne
De méchants coups de pied qu’un bon chrétien pardonne,
Car, s’ils causent du tort aux attributs virils,
Ils mettent rarement l’existence en péril.

Eh bien, oui, j’ai tout ça, rançon de mes fredaines.
La barque pour Cythère est mise en quarantaine.
Mais je n’ai pas encor, non, non, non, trois fois non,
Ce mal mystérieux dont on cache le nom.

Si j’ai trahi les gros, les joufflus, les obèses,
C’est que je baise, que je baise, que je baise
Comme un bouc, un bélier, une bête, une brut’,
Je suis hanté : le rut, le rut, le rut, le rut !

© Tous droits réservés – 1966

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« Suzanne » by Leonard Cohen – 1966

Posted in Années 60 / 60's, Chansons anglophones / British songs, Folk with tags , on 0 by EASYCOMBO


Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river
You can hear the boats go by
You can spend the night beside her
And you know that she’s half crazy
But that’s why you want to be there
And she feeds you tea and oranges
That come all the way from China
And just when you mean to tell her
That you have no love to give her
Then she gets you on her wavelength
And she lets the river answer
That you’ve always been her lover
And you want to travel with her
And you want to travel blind
And you know that she will trust you
For you’ve touched her perfect body with your mind.

And Jesus was a sailor
When he walked upon the water
And he spent a long time watching
From his lonely wooden tower
And when he knew for certain
Only drowning men could see him
He said « All men will be sailors then
Until the sea shall free them »
But he himself was broken
Long before the sky would open
Forsaken, almost human
He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone
And you want to travel with him
And you want to travel blind
And you think maybe you’ll trust him
For he’s touched your perfect body with his mind.

Now Suzanne takes your hand
And she leads you to the river
She is wearing rags and feathers
From Salvation Army counters
And the sun pours down like honey
On our lady of the harbour
And she shows you where to look
Among the garbage and the flowers
There are heroes in the seaweed
There are children in the morning
They are leaning out for love
And they will lean that way forever
While Suzanne holds the mirror
And you want to travel with her
And you want to travel blind
And you know that you can trust her
For she’s touched your perfect body with her mind

© Tous droits réservés – 1966

The song describes an actual event that happened in the life of the writer, Leonard Cohen. Suzanne is a real person and the event took place in Montreal. The events in the song took place there in the summer of 1965, but the song was written in 1966.

Earlier, Cohen met Suzanne Vaillanourt in Montreal, who was then the wife of a friend of Cohen, Armand Vaillancourt. Both were handsome people. All men were in love with Suzanne. She was the muse to many of the beat poets she knew, but it was Cohen who gave her as a muse to all of us. Suzanne was a gypsy dancer. In Montreal there was a place by the river where the girls would go to dance, and the boys would go to join them. Suzanne would go there with Armand and they would dance with the others.

In 1965 Cohen returned to Montreal and looked up Suzanne. She was living in a small apartment with a crooked floor. She was now separated from Armand, but had a child. Suzanne invited Cohen to her place and she served him tea and oranges, just as the song describes. She was wearing recycled clothes from the Salvation Army. There is a harbor at Montreal. There is a church there, known as the sailers’s church, more correctly called Notre Dame de Bon Secour. The church looks over the river. There is a statue of Jesus on the church with arms that stretch out over the seamen.

Cohen and Suzanne went separate ways after that summer. Cohen became famous, but never married (he does have kids by a woman named Suzanne, but she’s not the same Suzanne). Suzanne lives in California today but broke her back in a fall, and that limits her ability to dance and earn income. She’s a homeless, single mother with three kids and lives out of her car. You can read more of Suzanne here
(Thanks to http://www.creatingnewworlds.org for thi text)

« Friday on my mind » by The Easybeats – 1966

Posted in Années 60 / 60's, Chansons anglophones / British songs, Pop with tags , , , , on 0 by EASYCOMBO

Monday morning feels so bad
Everybody seems to nag me
Come on Tuesday I feel better
Even my old man looks good
Wednesday just won’t go
Thursday goes too slow
I’ve got Friday on my mind

Gonna have fun in the city
Be with my girl, she’s so pretty
She looks fine tonight
She is outa’ sight to me

Tonight, I’ll paint it red
Tonight, I’ll lose my head
Tonight, I’ve got to get tonight
Monday I have Friday on my mind

Do the five day drag once more
No one, nothing else that bugs me
Now I’m working for the rich man
But I’ll change his tune one day

Tonight I’ll get mad
Tomorrow I’ll be glad
‘Cause I’ve got Friday on my mind

Gonna have fun in the city
Be with my girl she’s so pretty
She looks fine tonight
She is outa’ sight to me

Tonight, I’ll paint it red
Tonight, I’ll lose my head
Tonight, I’ve got to get tonight
Monday I have Friday on my mind

Yeah

Gonna have fun in the city
Be with my girl she’s so pretty
Gonna have fun in the city
Gonna have some fun
Be with my girl she’s so pretty
Gonna have some fun

Gonna have fun in the city
Gonna have some fun
Be with my girl she’s so pretty
In the city tonight
Gonna have fun in the city

© Tous droits réservés – 1966