Chanson pour l’auvergnat

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TIMESTAMPS The - http://web.// infrenchSearchPrimary MenuSkip to contentChansonsDepuis 1960Écrites 1900-’60Avant 1900PoésieL’intro -> poésieAvant 160017 / 18e s.19e s.20e s.VersificationProseDrameActuell’état / le mondequalité de vieAutres élémentsPasséL’IrlandeIntroduction & DiversArchéologie & HistoirePolitique & ÉconomieArt & LittératurePoésie & MusiqueMiscLe SiteSearch for:Écrites 1900-'60Chanson pour l’auvergnatDecember 23, 2015 infrenchGeorges Brassens expresses his gratitude to those who stood by him. During his youth, Brassens had a traumatic experience, when he brought disgrace on himself and his family after being convicted of petty theft. There are references in this poem that seem to reflect these events. However the most immense debt of gratitude of Brassens life was due to a couple whom he met later, Marcel Planche and his wife, Jeanne. At great risk to themselves, they hid him and looked after him after Brassens had absconded from a forced labour camp in Germany in 1944. Marcel Planche came originally from the Auvergne.http://brassenswithenglish.blogspot.ie/2008/02/chanson-pour-lauvergnat_08.htmlChanson Pour L’auvergnat .Elle est à toi, cette chanson,Toi, l’Auvergnat qui, sans façon,M’as donné quatre bouts de boisQuand, dans ma vie, il faisait froid.Toi qui m’as donné du feu quandLes croquantes et les croquants,Tous les gens bien intentionnés,M’avaient fermé la porte au nez…Ce n’était rien qu’un feu de bois,Mais il m’avait chauffé le corps,Et dans mon âme il brûle encor’A la manièr’ d’un feu de joi’.Toi, l’Auvergnat quand tu mourras,Quand le croqu’-mort t’emportera,Qu’il te conduise, à travers ciel,Au Père éternel.Elle est à toi, cette chanson,Toi, l’hôtesse qui, sans façon,M’as donné quatre bouts de pain,Quand dans ma vie il faisait faim:Toi qui m’ouvris ta huche quandLes croquantes et les croquants,Tous les gens bien intentionnés,S’amusaient à me voir jeûner…Ce n’était rien qu’un peu de pain,Mais il m’avait chauffé le corps,Et dans mon âme il brûle encor’A la manièr’ d’un grand festin.Toi l’hôtesse quand tu mourras,Quand le croqu’-mort t’emportera,Qu’il te conduise à travers ciel,Au Père éternel.Elle est à toi cette chanson,Toi, l’Etranger qui, sans façon,D’un air malheureux m’as souriLorsque les gendarmes m’ont pris:Toi qui n’as pas applaudi quandLes croquantes et les croquants,Tous les gens bien intentionnés,Riaient de me voir emmené…Ce n’était rien qu’un peu de miel,Mais il m’avait chauffé le corps,Et dans mon âme il brûle encoreA la manièr’ d’un grand soleil.Toi l’Etranger quand tu mourras,Quand le croqu’-mort t’emportera,Qu’il te conduise, à travers ciel,Au Père éternel. Song for the man from the Auvergne.It is for you this little songMan of Auvergne who without fuss,Once gave to me four bits of woodWhen in my life there was real cold.You who gave fire to warm me whenStaid members of the upper crustAll the people with good intentHad slammed their doors shut in my face.It was merely a fire of sticksBut it had warmed my body throughAnd in my soul it burns on stillIn the way a bonfire would do.You man from Auvergne, when you dieWhen the mortician bears you offMay he take you across heaven,To the God everlasting.It is for you this little songYou the hostess who, without fuss,Once gave to me four bits of breadWhen in my life there was hunger .You who opened your larder whenStaid members of the upper crustAll the people with good intentEnjoyed seeing me go without.It was merely a bit of breadBut it had warmed my body throughAnd in my soul, it burns on stillIn the way a great feast would do.You, the hostess, when you will dieWhen the mortician bears you off,May he take you across heaven,To God everlasting.It is for you this little songYou, the stranger, who, without fuss,Looking dejected, smiled at me,When the policemen took me off.You who didn’t join the applause whenStaid members of the upper crustAll the people with good intentLaughed to see me be led away.T’was merely a touch of honeyBut it had warmed my body throughAnd in my soul it burns on stillIn the way bright sunshine would do …You, the stranger, when you will dieWhen the mortician bears you offMay he take you across heaven,To God everlasting.Biographical Note:In March 1943, Georges Brassens was conscripted to a German work camp at Basdorf. The friends he made there were his friends for life. Among them was a particularly close friend, Pierre Onténiente.When Brassens returned to Paris on leave in March 1944, he went into hiding, sheltered by a married couple, Marcel and Jeanne Planche, who lived in a slum house in Paris. They were to play a big part in his life. Brassens’ temporary stay in this insalubrious quartier extended until 1966.The Auvergnat who is thanked in this song is Marcel Planche and the hostess who served him his food is Jeanne. He wrote other songs for Jeanne, the most famous are “Jeanne” and “La cane de Jeanne”. I suspect too that Jeanne was the real heroine of his song “La femme d’Hector”Jeanne was Brassens’ mother and companion. But there was a stronger emotional tie. Speaking long after the death of Brassens, Pierre Onténiente, confided that Jeanne was in love with Georges and was jealous about him. Marcel was either indifferent or unaware, as his habit was to start to get drunk from eight in the morningIt was a great loss for Brassens when Jeanne died in 1968.Post navigationPrevious PostSan FranciscoNext PostGuerre de CivilisationFrench Language, Literature & SongSearch for:Recent PostsCamus, Le ResistantEnfin le RoyaumeQuelques Airs IrlandaisLe CorbusierL’élection de février 2020Recent Commentsinfrench on Protected: Fouilles à NewgrangeArchivesJune 2020March 2020February 2020January 2020December 2019October 2019July 2019June 2019May 2019April 2019February 2019November 2018October 2018September 2018June 2018May 2018April 2018January 2018December 2017November 2017October 2017September 2017August 2017July 2017June 2017May 2017April 2017March 2017February 2017January 2017December 2016November 2016September 2016July 2016June 2016May 2016April 2016March 2016February 2016January 2016December 2015November 2015October 2015Categories17 / 18e s.19e s.20e s.ActuelArchéologie & HistoireArt & LittératureAutres élémentsAvant 1600Avant 1900Depuis 1960DiversDrameÉcrites 1900-'60l'état / le mondeL'intro -> poésieLe SitePasséPoésiePoésie & MusiquePolitique & ÉconomieProsequalité de vieVersificationMetaLog inEntries RSSComments RSSWordPress.orgProudly powered by WordPress