World War COVID Guerre mondiale: From WeaponWorld to PeaceWorld; Learner, begin... De la terre en armes au monde paisible ; Apprenti, débute
We live on WeaponWorld. Why not PeaceWorld? How would that work? What should we expect? Has that transition been discussed to your satisfaction, or was it suppressed?
I'm slopping a ladle full of forbidden PeaceWorld Mulligan Stew onto your WeaponWorld prison zinc tray. Next!
Nous habitons la terre en armes. Pourquoi pas au monde paisible ? Comment cela marcherait-il ? Cette transition t'a-t-elle été discutée de façon satisfaisante ou supprimée ?
Je te verse une louchée interdite de Ragout Mulligan du monde paisible sur ton zinc pénitentiaire de la terre en armes. Au suivant !
World War COVID Guerre mondiale: From WeaponWorld to PeaceWorld; Learner, begin... De la terre en armes au monde paisible ; Apprenti, débute
Georges Brassens songs B - Song for the Auvergnat, Chanson pour l’Auvergnat
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LEARNER full text (2024)
PeaceWorld or death
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APPRENTI texte integral (2024)
Le monde paisible ou la mort
WORLD WAR COVID
Poems, theirs and mine
Song for the Auvergnat, Chanson pour l’Auvergnat, by Georges Brassens, songs 2
It's for you, this song
You, the Auvergnat who without more ado
Gave me four sticks of firewood
When there was frost in my life
You who gave me fire when
The crunchers and the crunchers’ wife
All the people of good intent
Shut their door in my face.
It was nothing but a wood fire
But it warmed me to the core
And it burns yet in my soul
Like a fireworks display.
You, the Auvergnat, when you die
And body baggers take you away
Let them bring you across the sky
To Eternal Father
It's for you, this song
You, the hostess who without more ado
Gave me four bits of bread
When there was hunger in my life
You who opened your hutch when
The crunchers and the crunchers’ wife
All the people of good intent
Watched me fast with glee.
It was nothing but a bit of bread
But it warmed me to the core
And it shines yet in my soul
Like a banquet display
You, the hostess, when you die
And body baggers take you away
Let them bring you across the sky
To Eternal Father
It's for you, this song
You, the stranger who without more ado
Smiled sadly to me
When the cops caught up to me
You who didn’t applaud when
The crunchers and the crunchers’ wife
All the people of good intent
Saw me hauled away with glee
It was nothing but a little honey
But it warmed me to the core
And it burns yet in my soul
In a grand solar display
You, the stranger, when you die
And body baggers take you away
Let them bring you across the sky
To Eternal Father
IN FRENCH
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