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Germaine Tourangelle - Georges Brassens



     
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Cette gerbe est pour vous Manon des jours heureux,
Pour vous cette autre, eh! oui, Jeanne des soirs troublants.Plus souple vers l'azur et déchiré des Sylphes,
Voilà tout un bouquet de roses pour Thérèse.Où donc est-il son fin petit nez qui renifle?
Au paradis? eh! non, cendre au Père-Lachaise.Plus haut, cet arbre d'eau qui rechute pleureur,
En saule d'Orphélie, est pour vous, Amélie.Et pour vous ma douceur, ma douleur, ma folie!
Germaine Tourangelle, ô vous la plus jolie.
Le fluide arc-en-ciel s'égrenant sur mon coeur.
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Georges Brassens was a French singer-songwriter known for accompanying himself with his acoustic guitar. He wrote some extremely controversial, yet poetic songs. In doing so, he managed to change attitudes across France. He was uncompromising when composing his songs. His tactical method of addressing issues was profound and often humorous, making him a unique and effective figure in the French community.

Read more about Georges Brassens on Last.fm.


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