Jacques Brel: Amsterdam
Detail, Pieter Breughel Elder,"Fight Between Carnival & Lent," 1559
The song has a strong structure of 4 groups of 4 stanzas each with varied rhyming schemes. The emphatic words “dans le port d’Amsterdam” introduce each group and are peppered throughout. Translation of Brel’s obscure words, metaphors and images is notoriously difficult (“décroisser la lune?” “croquer la fortune?” “bouffer des haubans?” “langueurs océanes?” “soleils crachés?”) so one is forced to take interpretive liberties. One wonders occasionally if some of the obscurity may arise from a dogged search for matching rhymes.
“Amsterdam” exemplifies the contribution of an artist’s live “performance” to the overall impact of a song’s music and words on an audience. Simply reading the lyrics or listening to a recording of “Amsterdam” provides only half a meal. Perhaps not coincidentally, Brel never recorded a studio version of the song, which survives only in a live video recording from the historic Olympia music hall in Paris. Brel’s “performance” comprises his elocution, the robust sounds and syllabic structure of words, his urgent tone of voice, gesticulations, and the dynamic musical crescendo.
The word “Amsterdam,” re-iterated almost accusingly 11 times throughout the song takes on a life of its own with its 3-syllable structure and the repetitive “ah” sound. Reportedly, the original setting for the song was the town of Zeebrugge, but the sonority of the word Amsterdam took precedence. The plural structure of verbs (ending in “ent”) recounting sailors’ exploits creates a verbal and visual rhythm that would have gone missing had the subject (sailors) been singular. Many words contain explosive “eur,” “ss,” “v” and rolling “r” sounds that punctuate the narrative and support Brel’s prominent mouth, lips and teeth in their leading role.
Dans le port d’Amsterdam
Y’a des marins qui chantent
Les rêves qui les hantent
Au large d’Amsterdam
Dans le port d’Amsterdam
Y’a des marins qui dorment
Comme des oriflammes
Le long des berges mornes
Dans le port d’Amsterdam
Y’a des marins qui meurent
Pleins de bière et de drames
Aux premières lueurs
Mais dans le port d’Amsterdam
Y’a des marins qui naissent
Dans la chaleur épaisse
Des langueurs océanes
Dans le port d’Amsterdam
Y’a des marins qui mangent
Sur des nappes trop blanches
Des poissons ruisselants
Ils vous montrent des dents
A croquer la fortune
A décroisser la Lune
A bouffer des haubans
Et ça sent la morue
Jusque dans le cœur des frites
Que leurs grosses mains invitent
A revenir en plus
Puis se lèvent en riant
Dans un bruit de tempête
Referment leur braguette
Et sortent en rotant
Dans le port d’Amsterdam
Y’a des marins qui dansent
En se frottant la panse
Sur la panse des femmes
Et ils tournent et ils dansent
Comme des soleils crachés
Dans le son déchiré
D’un accordéon rance
Ils se tordent le cou
Pour mieux s’entendre rire
Jusqu’à ce que tout à coup
L’accordéon expire
Alors le geste grave
Alors le regard fier
Ils ramènent leur batave
Jusqu’en pleine lumière
Dans le port d’Amsterdam
Y’a des marins qui boivent
Et qui boivent et reboivent
Et qui reboivent encore
Ils boivent a la santé
Des putains d’Amsterdam
De Hambourg et d’ailleurs
Enfin ils boivent aux dames
Qui leur donnent leur joli corps
Qui leur donnent leur vertu
Pour une piece en or
Et quand ils ont bien bu
Se plantent le nez au ciel
Se mouchent dans les étoiles
Et ils pissent comme je pleure
Sur les femmes infidèles
Dans le port d’Amsterdam
Dans le port d’Amsterdam
In the port of Amsterdam
There are sailors who sing
The dreams that haunt them
Off the coast of Amsterdam
In the port of Amsterdam
There are sailors who sleep
Like battle standards
Stretched along gloomy riverbanks
In the port of Amsterdam
There are sailors who die
Full of beer and dramas
At the day’s early light
But in the port of Amsterdam
There are sailors who are born
In the clammy heat
Of oceanic torpor
In the port of Amsterdam
There are sailors who eat,
On tablecloths too white
Their dripping fish
They show you their teeth
To chew up fate
To chomp on the moon
To devour shrouds
And it smells like codfish
Into the core of (French) fries
That their big hands invite
To come back for more
Then they rise laughing
In the noise of a storm
Zip up their flies
And leave burping
In the port of Amsterdam
There are sailors who dance
While rubbing their bellies
On the bellies of women
And they turn and they dance
Like splattering suns
In the raucous sound
Of a rank accordion
They twist their necks
To better hear themselves laugh
Until suddenly
The accordion dies
Then a solemn gesture
Then a proud look
They sleep with their sluts
Until the full light of dawn
In the port of Amsterdam
There are sailors who drink
And who drink and drink again
And who still drink again
They drink to the health
Of the whores of Amsterdam
Of Hamburg and elsewhere
Finally, they drink to the ladies
Who give them their pretty bodies
Who give them their virginity
For a piece of gold
And when they’ve really drunk
Point their noses to the sky
Snort to the stars
And they piss like I cry
On the faithless women
In the port of Amsterdam
In the port of Amsterdam
- “oriflamme:” an historic reference to the French royal scarlet banner or standard used in battle.
- “batave:” means Batavian, an obsolete reference to Holland. Here it refers to Dutch women.
Jacques Brel’s song "Amsterdam” had at least two English language adaptations during the 1960s, by Mort Shuman and Rod McKuen. They introduced Brel’s music to the English-speaking world. The name of the song didn’t change much in its handoff from French to English, however, perhaps because no other port fit the description that Brel sketched in the song. But it was also due to the musical sonority of the word itself.
Shuman & Pomus
Mort Shuman: Like most Americans, Mortimer Shuman was born in Brooklyn. Like many in the music industry, he was also Jewish and his parents were Polish immigrants. He was a singer but mostly a songwriter and teamed up with Doc Pomus (Jerome Solon Felder), 13 years his senior, in New York’s Brill Building, a covey for the music industry. Together, they wrote a large number of songs for top performing artists with Shuman mostly composing music and Pomus writing lyrics.
Shuman & Brel
McKuen Too: Rod McKuen moved to France in the early 1960s and made his own adaptations of Brel songs (like "Amsterdam" and "Ne me quitte pas") and those of other French singers and released his own recordings. The McKuen version of "Amsterdam" was something of a personal poetic fancy, but a few other artists like John Denver did "covers" of McKuen's adaptation.
Comparing Adaptations (click here for a look at side-by-side lyrics by Brel, Brel translation, Shuman, and McKuen)
Scott Walker: Scott Walker (born Noel Scott Engel) began his career as a member of the Walker Brothers trio who were neither brothers nor Walkers. They were Californians who decided to swim against the invading British tide in the 1960s and went to London and became huge stars with Scott as the lead singer. Beginning 1967, Scott hived off on a solo career with his debut album “Scott” that included his rendition of the Shuman-translated “Amsterdam” as well as two other Brel songs "Mathilde" and "My Death." Walker also included Brel songs on his next two albums "Scott 2" (1968) and "Scott 3" (1969).
David Bowie (Shuman Adaptation, BBC 1970)
David Bowie first heard Brel’s songs on Scott Walker’s album “Scott.” In 1968, Bowie also attended the London performance of “Jacques Brel is Alive and Well and Living in Paris.” He became a big fan of Brel, leading to a number of eerie coincidences in their careers. Bowie recorded his own rendition of “Amsterdam” in 1971 and released it in 1973 as the B-side of his single “Sorrow.” It is an instrumentally spare version with only acoustic guitar. Over the years, Bowie made several different recordings of "Amsterdam." Bowie also recorded a McKuen adaptation of Brel's "La Mort" ("My Death"). Both songs became part of his repertoire and in a 2003 interview with “Vanity Fair,” he cited the original cast album of “Jacques Brel is Alive and Well and Living in Paris” (released 1968) as one of his 25 favorite albums.
Rod McKuen (McKuen Adaptation)
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