Jacques Brel singing about sailors, hookers, opium, and all the other trendy afflictions that made the 50's pretty alright for the Europeans. We had Elvis, they had this dude. They win. When your grandfather said "You should move to France" know that you'd probably be listening to this, wearing a three peice suit, spray painting some french word on the front door of the Louvre while kids are flipping over cars and hucking molotov cocktails at the cops if you had actually listened to him.
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