Thursday, December 17, 2015

Georges Brassens - Misogyny aside


Original Title: "Misogynie à part"
Misogyny aside, the wise man was right
There are the annoying ones, you can find plenty of them
They are pressing in a crowd.
There are the damned nuissances, a bit more refined
And then clearly the pick of the bunch
There are the buggeresses.

Mine, alone, bids higher over them all
She comes under the three categories at the same time
Genuine prodigy
Annoying, nuisance and buggeress as well
She passes, she goes past, she surpasses everything
She gets on my nerves, I tell you

My God, forgive me for those quite bitter words
She gets on my nerves, she gets on my nerves, she gets on my nerves,
She abuses, she oversteps the mark
She gets on my nerves and I regret my pretty loves with
The little children of Mary the bishop whispered to me
She gets on my nerves, I tell you

She gets on my nerves, she gets on my nerves
And forces me to clean my nails before to confirm her ass
And yet, it's not callipygian
And charity only pushes my resigned hand
Toward that ass, killjoy, conical, sullen
She gets on my nerves, I tell you

She gets on my nerves, she gets on my nerves, I repeat it and when
She pats my belly, she keeps her gloves
And that offends me
Aside that it denotes of a serious lack of tact
It does not favour contact that much
She gets on my nerves, I tell you

She gets on my nerves, she gets on my nerves, when I fall on my knees
For some kind of devotions which are typically local
And which gives vertigo
Thinking it is time to sing the Creed
She opens wide her missal on my back
She gets on my nerves, I tell you

She gets on my nerves, she gets on my nerves, to the fornication
She gets bored stiff, she gets bored stiff with ostentation
She gets bored stiff, I tell you
Instead of shouting: "More! Come on! Come on!"
She declaims some Claudel, some Claudel that's what I said
Well then it freezes me!

She gets on my nerves, she gets on my nerves, I admit that that Claudel
is a man of genius, an immortal poet,
I recognise his prestige
But that one gets from his pious work
An aphrodisiac, no, that's clear utopia.
She gets on my nerves, I tell you
She gets on my nerves, I tell you

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