Joe Flood Translates and Sings Georges Brassens
by Joe Flood
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The Bad Reputation
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The Thunderstorm
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The Gorilla
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Song for a Kind Stranger
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Chasing Butterflies
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I'm a Child Again
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The Gravedigger
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Age Has No Bearing
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Jenny
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Friendship Evermore
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released 16 November 2011
1. The Bad Reputation (La mauvaise réputation)
2. The Thunderstorm (L’orage)
3. The Gorilla (Le gorille)
4. Song for a Kind Stranger (Chanson pour l’Auvergnat)
5. Chasing Butterflies (La chasse aux papillons)
6. I’m a Child Again (Je me suis fait tout petit)
7. The Gravedigger (Le fossoyeur)
8. Age Has No Bearing (Le temps ne fait rien à l’affaire)
9. Jenny (Jeanne)
10. Friendship Evermore (Les copains d’abord)
Recordings produced by Eric “Roscoe” Ambel with
Joe Flood (vocals, acoustic guitar, mandolin, banjo);
Garth Hudson (accordion, piano, melodica); Eric Ambel
(electric guitar); Mark Dann (double bass on tracks 1, 3,
4, 6, and 8); Skip Ward (double bass on tracks 2, 5, 7, 9,
and 10); Thierry Arpino (drums on tracks 1, 3, 4, 6, and 8);
and Phil Cimino (drums on tracks 2, 5, 7, 9, and 10).
All songs © Warner-Chappell Music.
All English lyrics © Joe Flood, 2011.
Cover art: Liz Grace.
1. The Bad Reputation (La mauvaise réputation)
2. The Thunderstorm (L’orage)
3. The Gorilla (Le gorille)
4. Song for a Kind Stranger (Chanson pour l’Auvergnat)
5. Chasing Butterflies (La chasse aux papillons)
6. I’m a Child Again (Je me suis fait tout petit)
7. The Gravedigger (Le fossoyeur)
8. Age Has No Bearing (Le temps ne fait rien à l’affaire)
9. Jenny (Jeanne)
10. Friendship Evermore (Les copains d’abord)
Recordings produced by Eric “Roscoe” Ambel with
Joe Flood (vocals, acoustic guitar, mandolin, banjo);
Garth Hudson (accordion, piano, melodica); Eric Ambel
(electric guitar); Mark Dann (double bass on tracks 1, 3,
4, 6, and 8); Skip Ward (double bass on tracks 2, 5, 7, 9,
and 10); Thierry Arpino (drums on tracks 1, 3, 4, 6, and 8);
and Phil Cimino (drums on tracks 2, 5, 7, 9, and 10).
All songs © Warner-Chappell Music.
All English lyrics © Joe Flood, 2011.
Cover art: Liz Grace.
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- Track Name: The Bad Reputation
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In this small town it's safe to say
My reputation's here to stay
If I do or don't it's all the same
No harm is done to my bad name
I don't do a thing to get people riled
'Cept go along my way like a carefree child
But those good fine folks who never stray
Hate to see you go your own way
And everybody curses me
Except the mutes
Obviously
Fourth of July, Memorial Day
At home in bed is where I stay
That music in step, hup, two, three
Has got nothing to do with me
I don't do a thing to hurt one or all
Choosing not to answer the bugle's call
But those good fine folks who never stray
Hate to see you go your own way
And everybody points at me
'Cept th' amputees
Obviously
I cross paths with some apple thief
Chased by some clown giving him grief
I stick my foot out just enough
That clown falls down and hushes up
I don't do a thing to hurt anyone
Letting some poor thief and his apples run
But those good fine folks who never stray
Hate to see you go your own way
And everybody jumps on me
Except the lame
Obviously
No need to look for prophecies
I know the fate that's promised me
Find them a rope to suit their taste
They'll string me up no time to waste
I don't pose a threat to your house and home
Just because my road doesn't lead to Rome
But those good fine folks who never stray
Hate to see you go your own way
They'll all come see me hanged for good
Except the blind
That's understood! - Track Name: The Thunderstorm
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You can keep your blue skies and your fine sunny days
Sunny skies make me sick and fill my eyes with rage
My temper rises with the pale blue sky
For my life's greatest love, greatest joy, greatest pain,
I owe to Jupiter, god of thunder and of rain
She came to me with lightning from on high
In November the storm came upon us and burst
Thunder pounded the roof while thunder roared its curse
And eerie lightning danced there in the din
Aroused from her sleep, she put bare feet to floor
And not pausing to dress came rapping at my door
A neighbor begging me to take her in
Won't you please open up, I'm alone and afraid
My poor husband's gone out to ply his thankless trade
You'd think he'd know to come in from the wet
But he won't stay at home in our bed nice and warm
He's a company man in business with the storm
When you sell lightning rods that's what you get
Thanking Franklin's invention I opened my arms
And I snuggled her close to keep her safe from harm
And what was left to do love did for me
You can sow bits of ir'n round the whole countryside
But you'd better plant one above your frightened bride
Or fate will show you how cruel it can be
Now when Jupiter'd left to make noise somewhere else
And my new love, alas, had come back to herself
All unafraid now she was safe and warm
She went back home again to dry off her old man
After we'd made a date, a promise, and a plan
To rendez-vous at the next thunderstorm
And from that day to this I've not lowered my eyes
Giving over my days to gazing at the skies
And ogling every cloud I chance to see
Eyeing stratus and nimbus without any shame
And to each cumulus I wink and speak her name
But still she hasn't come back here to me
For her husband it seems made his fortune that night
While old Jupiter raged and I held her so tight
Those lightning rods made him a millionaire
And he carried her off toward those ever clear skies
Some poor country of fools where dark clouds never rise
And lightning never flashes in the air
Please see that my poor plea finds its way to her door
Thunder beating its drum to bring the rain once more
Remind her of that night and how we were
When a stray lightning bolt struck this poor heart of mine
And with intent to kill engraved it with this sign
A little flower that looks just like her
