The 408
The 408 (French: les quatre-cents huit) is a sector of Besançon. Like Planoise and Clairs-Soleils, The 408 has a notoriety for crime. It is sometimes viewed as a sub-sector of Grette.
Etymology
The name "Grette" takes its name from the French verb "gratter", meaning to scrape at the Earth and remove the rocks in order to cultivate the land.
History
The first mention of the neighborhood comes from 1544 as "Gratte sous Chamdianne" (Grette sous Chaudanne).
From 1959 to 1962 the 408 was built, its name given by the population of Besançon to label the three apartment blocks, of which the first two amounted to 408 apartments, before the construction of the third was completed. The third block brought the total number to 588, however, "The 408" stuck. In 1968 the street near to The 408 was widened into a boulevard, to be called the Boulevard de la Grette. It is now known as the Avenue François-Mitterrand, and connects Planoise through the 408 to the city center.
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Won't Get Fooled Again
by: The WhoWe'll be fighting in the streets
With our children at our feet
And the morals that they worship will be gone
And the men who spurred us on
Sit in judgement of all wrong
They decide and the shotgun sings the song
I'll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the change all around
Pick up my guitar and play
Just like yesterday
Then I'll get on my knees and pray
We don't get fooled again
The change, it had to come
We knew it all along
We were liberated from the fold, that's all
And the world looks just the same
And history ain't changed
'Cause the banners, they are flown in the next war
I'll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the change all around
Pick up my guitar and play
Just like yesterday
Then I'll get on my knees and pray
We don't get fooled again
No, no!
I'll move myself and my family aside
If we happen to be left half alive
I'll get all my papers and smile at the sky
Though I know that the hypnotized never lie
Do ya?
There's nothing in the streets
Looks any different to me
And the slogans are replaced, by-the-bye
And the parting on the left
Are now parting on the right
And the beards have all grown longer overnight
I'll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the change all around
Pick up my guitar and play
Just like yesterday
Then I'll get on my knees and pray
We don't get fooled again
Don't get fooled again
No, no!
Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
Meet the new boss
Same as the old boss