Antoine Pol
Antoine Pol (born in Douai on August 23, 1888; died in Seine-Port on June 21, 1971) was a French poet.
Biography
As an artillery captain, he fought in the First World War, and later worked at the Houve mines in Strasbourg in 1919.
In 1945, he became president of the Central Syndicate of Carbon Importers of France. When he retired in 1959, he was finally able to pursue his passions: poetry, books and butterflies.
Pol is primarily known as the author of the poem Les Passantes, set to music and interpreted by Georges Brassens in 1972 in his album Fernande. Fabrizio de André translated the song into Italian in his album Canzoni, which came out in 1974. Brassens' adaptation omitted two stanzas; Richard Parreau sang and recorded the entire poem in 1998.
When Georges Brassens discovered this poem, he asked Antoine Pol for permission to set it to music, which the latter granted. Brassens, wanting to meet him, arranged for a meeting to take place after a month, but Pol died away a week before he could meet him. One of Brassens' greatest regrets was never to have met him.
Podcasts:
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by Antonio Paul
Trash Party
by: Antonio PaulLet's take a walk, let's take a walk
To the other side
And we'll convince each other
That we both were right
And seasons change and days pass
And I'm stuck here
And I've noticed these days
I stopped thinking clear
I don't know anymore
I'm beginning to doubt myself
Where's all my luck gone?
Where's all my luck gone?
The sun and the moon and the sky
And it's all so right
And it feels in my dreams
The most exciting part of my
Hey, can I go to your party?
And I don't know anybody
Even if you said no, it was something
So can I go to your party?
This bed's so warm, this bed's so warm
I could never leave
I'm starting to run to me on this hot day
And keep my head down in row and maybe hopefully
No one would ever want to talk to me
And speak up, look at me, and stop mumbling
What are you hiding from? What are you hiding from?
The kissing so good, you didn't even knew
And you weren't even there for the one I needed you
Hey, can I go to your party?
And I don't know anybody
Even if you said no, it was something
So can I go to your party?
If I could go back and talk to my teenage self
I'd probably say I'm sorry
I'm sorry for turning you in such a bitter man
Selfish and jealous and stressful
There was too much pressure, the proximity kept rising
I suffering from a sever lack of self-importance, depressed
I'm just, I've been hopeless, I'm pushing it hard, I didn't know what else to do
It didn't pay off and I'm sorry
Hey, can I go to your party?
And I don't know anybody
Even if you said no, it was something
So can I go to your party?
Hey, can I go to your party?
And I don't know anybody
Even if you said no, it was something