{"id":17759,"date":"2013-01-03T18:16:16","date_gmt":"2013-01-03T17:16:16","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blogs.transparent.com\/french\/?p=17759"},"modified":"2013-01-30T23:19:23","modified_gmt":"2013-01-30T22:19:23","slug":"the-french-circus-of-the-poupee-de-cire-wax-doll","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blogs.transparent.com\/french\/the-french-circus-of-the-poupee-de-cire-wax-doll\/","title":{"rendered":"The French Circus of the “Poup\u00e9e de Cire” (Wax Doll)"},"content":{"rendered":"

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The French young lady (well, at the time, she still was) whose voice you are about to hear is not<\/strong><\/em><\/span> yet another poup\u00e9e qui dit “non, non, non, non<\/em>“<\/a><\/strong> (a doll who says “no, no, no,no.”)<\/p>\n

In fact, she is a bit more and in the same time less than that.<\/p>\n

She is a poup\u00e9e de cire, poup\u00e9e de son <\/em><\/strong>(wax doll, bran doll); an effigy which a certain Serge Gainsbourg<\/a><\/strong> conveniently endorsed to furtively disseminate his voice and his mind.<\/p>\n

This paradoxal\u00a0Poup\u00e9e <\/strong><\/em>is also endowed with a name: It is France Gall<\/a><\/strong>.<\/p>\n

http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=kp93flpMav0<\/a><\/p>\n

France GALL’s<\/strong> POUP\u00c9E DE CIRE, POUP\u00c9E DE SON <\/strong><\/em><\/strong><\/em>(WAX DOLL, BRAN DOLL<\/strong>), surprise winner of the 1965 Eurovision—Not<\/em> for France, oh<\/em>\u00a0non, pas du tout\u00a0<\/em>(not at all)<\/strong><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

It was the big winner, wait for it—for Luxembourg<\/a>!<\/strong><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

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http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=vN9a3ga3PRU<\/a><\/p>\n

A rather unlikely cover of Gall’s song: Swedish symphonic Metal band Therion, in their brand-new (September 2012) “Fleurs du Mal<\/em>” (“Flowers of Evil”)<\/a>\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

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POUP\u00c9E DE CIRE, POUP\u00c9E DE SON<\/strong><\/em><\/strong><\/em><\/span><\/td>\nWAX DOLL, BRAN DOLL<\/strong><\/span><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
Je suis une poup\u00e9e de cire, une poup\u00e9e de son<\/strong><\/em><\/td>\nI am a wax doll, a bran doll<\/strong><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
Mon c\u0153ur est grav\u00e9 dans mes chansons<\/strong><\/em><\/td>\nMy heart is engraved within my songs<\/strong><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
Poup\u00e9e de cire, poup\u00e9e de son<\/strong><\/em><\/td>\nWax doll, bran doll<\/strong><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
Suis-je meilleure, suis-je pire qu’une poup\u00e9e de salon?<\/strong><\/em><\/td>\nAm I better, am I worse than a fashion doll?<\/strong><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
Je vois la vie en rose bonbon<\/strong><\/em><\/td>\nI see life through rosy-tinted lenses<\/strong><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
Poup\u00e9e de cire, poup\u00e9e de son<\/strong><\/em><\/td>\nWax doll, bran doll<\/strong><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
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Mes disques sont un miroir<\/strong><\/em><\/td>\nMy records are a mirror<\/strong><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
Dans lequel chacun peut me voir<\/strong><\/em><\/td>\nIn which everyone can see me<\/strong><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
Je suis partout \u00e0 la fois<\/strong><\/em><\/td>\nI’m everywhere at once<\/strong><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
Bris\u00e9e en mille \u00e9clats de voix<\/strong><\/td>\nShattered into a thousand pieces of voice<\/strong><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
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Autour de moi, j’entends rire les poup\u00e9es de chiffon<\/strong><\/em><\/td>\nAround me, I hear the rag dolls laughing<\/strong><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
Celles qui dansent sur mes chansons<\/strong><\/em><\/td>\nThose who dance to my songs<\/strong><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
Poup\u00e9e de cire, poup\u00e9e de son<\/strong><\/em><\/td>\nWax doll, bran doll<\/strong><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
Elles se laissent s\u00e9duire pour un oui, pour un nom<\/strong><\/em><\/td>\nThey fall for anything, you name it<\/strong><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
L’amour n’est pas que dans les chansons<\/strong><\/em><\/td>\nLove is not only in songs<\/strong><\/em><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
Poup\u00e9e de cire, poup\u00e9e de son<\/strong><\/em><\/td>\nWax doll, bran doll<\/strong><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
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Mes disques sont un miroir<\/strong><\/em><\/td>\nMy records are mirrors<\/strong><\/em><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
Dans lequel chacun peut me voir<\/strong><\/em><\/td>\nIn which everyone can see me<\/strong><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
Je suis partout \u00e0 la fois<\/strong><\/em><\/td>\nI’m everywhere at once<\/strong><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
Bris\u00e9e en mille \u00e9clats de voix<\/strong><\/td>\nShattered into thousand pieces of voice<\/strong><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
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Seule, parfois je soupire<\/strong><\/em><\/td>\nAlone, at times I sigh<\/strong><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
Je me dis: “\u00c0 quoi bon”<\/strong><\/em><\/td>\nI say to myself: “What gives”<\/strong><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
“Chanter ainsi l’amour sans raison”<\/strong><\/em><\/td>\n“Singing about love this way for no reason”<\/strong><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
“Sans rien conna\u00eetre des gar\u00e7ons?”<\/strong><\/em><\/td>\n“Without knowing anything about boys?”<\/strong><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
Je n’suis qu’une poup\u00e9e de cire, qu’une poup\u00e9e de son<\/strong><\/em><\/td>\nI ain’t nothing but a wax doll, a bran doll<\/strong><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
Sous le soleil de mes cheveux blonds<\/strong><\/em><\/td>\nUnder the sun of my blond hair<\/strong><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
Poup\u00e9e de cire, poup\u00e9e de son<\/strong><\/td>\nWax doll, bran doll<\/strong><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
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Mais un jour je vivrai mes chansons<\/strong><\/em><\/td>\nBut one day I’ll live my songs<\/strong><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
Poup\u00e9e de cire, poup\u00e9e de son<\/strong><\/em><\/td>\nWax doll, bran doll<\/strong><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
Sans craindre la chaleur des gar\u00e7ons<\/strong><\/em><\/td>\nWithout fearing the heat of boys<\/strong><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
Poup\u00e9e de cire, poup\u00e9e de son<\/strong><\/em><\/td>\nWax doll, bran doll<\/strong><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n

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