Brassens Georges
Miscellaneous
The Trumpets of Fame
1.I lived away from the public square,
Serene, contemplative, dark , bucolic...
Refusing to pay the ransom of glory,
On my blade of laurels I slept like a dormouse.
People of good advice were able to make me understand
That to the man of the street, I had accounts to render
And that, under penalty of falling into complete oblivion,
I had to put in day all my little secrets.
R.Trumpets
Of Fame,
You are
Very bad-mouthed!
2.Lacking in modesty more elementary,
Should I, for the purposes of the publicity cause,
Disclose with whom, and in what position
I plunge into stupor and fornication?
If I publish names, how many Penelopes
Will immediately pass them off as stupid slopes,
How many good friends will look askance at me,
br/>How many gunshots I will receive!
3.To any exhibition my nature is reluctant,
Suffering from an almost unhealthy modesty,
I do not show my organs procreators
To no one, except my wives and my doctors,
Must I, to face the chronicle of scandals,
Beat the drum with my genitals,
br/>Should I wear them more ostentatiously,
Like an altar boy wears a holy sacrament?
4. A woman of the world, and who often lets me indulge in my four pleasures in her noble quarters, surreptitiously passed me on her own couch,
br/>Parasites from the low-level blus which is...
Under the pretext of noise, under the color of advertising,
Do I have the right to tarnish the honor of this lady
Shouting from the rooftops and to the air of the lanterns:
Madame the marquis ma fucked up of the crabs?
5. Heaven be praised, I say in good agreement
With Father Duval, the singing cap,
He the catechumene, and me, the energumen ',
Let him let me say shit', I let him say amen,
In agreement with him, should I write in the press
That one evening I surprised him at my mistress's knees,
Singing the chant in a whispering voice,
While she was looking for lice in his tonsure?
br/>6. With whom, bluebelly! So must I sleep
To make the goddess with a hundred mouths talk a little?
Must a famous woman, a star, a star,
Come and take my guitar's place in my arms?
To excite the people and the folliculars,
Who is it that wants to lend me his popular rump,
Who wants to let me do it, in naturalibus,
A little bit of mountaineering on the Mount of Venus?
7. Would they sound louder, these divine trumpets,
If, like everyone else, I were a little faggy
If I swayed like a young lady
And took everything Suddenly looks like a gazelle?
But I don't know that it benefits these funny people
To play the game of love by reversing the roles,
br/>That this gives their glory an ounce of added value,
Pederastic crime today no longer pays.
8. After this overview of the thousand and one recipes
Which will certainly earn you the honors of the gazettes,
I prefer to stick to my first ' way
And scratch my belly singing songs.
If the public wants them, I take them out quickly
If they don't, I put them back in my guitar.
Refusing to pay the ransom of glory,
On my sprig of laurels, I fall asleep like a dormouse.

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