Dansons la Capucine Mid-Week Jukebox And Open Thread

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  1. Avatar Patrick Cahalan
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    (insert joke about how the French become socialist by indoctrination at a young age)Report

  2. Avatar zic
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    This song begs the question of what wealth distribution really looks like; who’s got a fire in the hearth and who’s dancing the nasturtium here at home:

    And I’d embed that if I could. JB, you can consider that a request.Report

  3. Avatar BlaiseP
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    La Terre Tremblant

    Les pêcheurs mettent leurs lignes comme des araignées
    Piégeurs, voleurs des âmes
    Les attrapes sont mises pour les innocents
    Gambleurs, éviteurs des blâmes

    Descends
    Allons
    Descends
    Dans l’eau saumâtre

    Reviens
    C’est rien
    Reviens
    A la terre tremblante

    Les voleurs, ça met leurs appâts sur la ligne
    La bouteille, la fierté et l’argent
    Ça voit pas qu’ils sont piégés pour toujours
    Dedans un fil étranglant

    Descends
    Allons
    Descends
    Dans l’eau saumâtre

    Reviens
    C’est rien
    Reviens
    A la terre tremblante

    _________

    La Terre Tremblant. In the swamps, mats of rotting vegetation float on the water, looking deceptively like dry land. In the North, they are called muskeg. Climb out of your boat and put your weight upon la terre tremblant and you may never get back in that boat again.

    The song contains several important puns: Les pêcheurs are either fishermen or sinners. Les piégeurs are either scavengers or trappers. Les attrapes are variously jokes (of the nasty prank variety), snares — or scams, conducted by spiritualists of the seance or soul-channelling sort.

    Without further ado, the translation:

    The wicked set their lines like spiders
    Trappers, thieves of souls
    Their snares are made for the innocent
    Gamblers, blame avoiders.

    Down we go
    Down
    Into swamp water.

    Come back
    Nothing is there
    Come back
    To the trembling earth

    Thieves bait their lines
    With the bottle, pride and riches
    Thus are they are trapped forever
    On a strangling wire.

    Down we go
    Down
    Into swamp water.

    Come back
    Nothing is there
    Come back
    To the trembling earth

    _____

    The chorus of this song puts me in mind of the scene from Lord of the Rings:

    Sam saw lights out of the corners of his eyes, like misty flames flickering in the marsh. “What’s all this, Gollum?” he asked. “These lights are all around us. What are they?”

    “The tricksy lights,” answered Gollum. “Candles of corpses, yes, yes. Don’t look! Don’t follow them!”

    Sam tripped and fell forward into a pool. He sprang back with a cry. “There are dead things, dead faces in the water,” he said with horror. “Dead faces!”

    “Yes, yes,” said Gollum. “All dead, all rotten. Elves and Men and Orcs, from a great battle long ago. Careful, or hobbits go down to join the Dead ones and light little candles. Follow Smeagol! Don’t look at the lights!”Report

  4. Avatar Jonathan McLeod
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    It seems to me that this is just non-materialistic FYIGM.

    The neighbour’s house is completely joyless. Our house is full of joy and laughter. Let’s keep that to ourselves.

    Selfish bastards.Report

  5. Avatar BlaiseP
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    plus de puces, plus de problèmes, heh.Report

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