Georges BRASSENS - Handwritten autograph song
Georges BRASSENS (1921 - 1981), French author, composer, performer
Autograph manuscript of the song titled "Those who don't think like us". [November 1979]; 1 folio page.
Manuscript found of one of the last songs that Brassens did not have time to record before his death, which occurred on October 29, 1981. The song was set to music by Brassens and performed in 1982 by Jean Bertola.
Manuscript copied with a few crossings. Brassens, perfectionist as usual, spent considerable time reworking his texts until he obtained the desired version. We note once again, not customarily, that the poet did not obtain in this version what the final version will be, verses in this draft were not retained in the final song, as well as verses which have been reworked.
Referenced in Complete Works page 311
"When we do not agree with the notables
Who in the sixteenth made their humanities,
Think the fool nourishes regrettable ideas
Heaven what an aberration God what absurdity.
But I who made mine in the fourteenth
In this case I say to myself, forgive this jargon
The words are different but the thing is the same
Those who don't think like us are idiots
Playing the naive, Candide's father
The brilliant Voltaire, (in essence) wrote
That he willingly suffered splendid complacency/tolerance
Let no one conform to his opinion.
Although my opinions are contrary to yours
Until death if necessary I want to defend that we
Chokes them with a gag. Count on it my brother
Those who don't think like us are idiots
Between us good people to dare to recognize
That we are mistaken that we do not have a brain that we are not
The most intelligent ones should be a little
We've never seen anything like this down here.
If the interlocutor seems rather corny to us
We are crushed just short of coming off its hinges
This poor idiot is making a big mistake of us
Those who don't think like us are idiots
Me who loudly supports liberal theses
Deep down I think I'm a minus
For a jobster with cerebral anemia
Anyone who dares not to join in with me
The moral of my song is easy
Those who love him by blue are fruitful
Those who don't like it are damn fools
Those who don't think like us are idiots."
Autograph manuscript of the song titled "Those who don't think like us". [November 1979]; 1 folio page.
Manuscript found of one of the last songs that Brassens did not have time to record before his death, which occurred on October 29, 1981. The song was set to music by Brassens and performed in 1982 by Jean Bertola.
Manuscript copied with a few crossings. Brassens, perfectionist as usual, spent considerable time reworking his texts until he obtained the desired version. We note once again, not customarily, that the poet did not obtain in this version what the final version will be, verses in this draft were not retained in the final song, as well as verses which have been reworked.
Referenced in Complete Works page 311
"When we do not agree with the notables
Who in the sixteenth made their humanities,
Think the fool nourishes regrettable ideas
Heaven what an aberration God what absurdity.
But I who made mine in the fourteenth
In this case I say to myself, forgive this jargon
The words are different but the thing is the same
Those who don't think like us are idiots
Playing the naive, Candide's father
The brilliant Voltaire, (in essence) wrote
That he willingly suffered splendid complacency/tolerance
Let no one conform to his opinion.
Although my opinions are contrary to yours
Until death if necessary I want to defend that we
Chokes them with a gag. Count on it my brother
Those who don't think like us are idiots
Between us good people to dare to recognize
That we are mistaken that we do not have a brain that we are not
The most intelligent ones should be a little
We've never seen anything like this down here.
If the interlocutor seems rather corny to us
We are crushed just short of coming off its hinges
This poor idiot is making a big mistake of us
Those who don't think like us are idiots
Me who loudly supports liberal theses
Deep down I think I'm a minus
For a jobster with cerebral anemia
Anyone who dares not to join in with me
The moral of my song is easy
Those who love him by blue are fruitful
Those who don't like it are damn fools
Those who don't think like us are idiots."
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