Odes to Brands Who Became People · Track 11 · middle
Bibendum
An 1894 exhibition hall in Lyon where two brothers look at a stack of tyres, decide it resembles a man, and give it a Latin name, a monocle and a cigar.
Lyrics
[Intro] (a Victorian exposition hall: crowds, a brass band, glassware) Lyon. Eighteen ninety-four. A stack of tyres. [Verse 1] Two brothers at an exhibition, standing at their stall, and Édouard says to André — look at that pile there, if you gave it arms it would look rather like a man, and that was it. That was the whole of the invention. A heap of rubber rings with a face drawn on the top. Four years later there's a poster and the poster made him real. [Chorus] BIBENDUM! They gave him Latin! Actual Latin! "Nunc est bibendum" — now is the time to drink — and they drew him raising a glass of broken glass and nails to say: this tyre drinks the road's obstacles and lives! Bibendum! A pile of tyres with a cigar! The oldest trademark walking and he's made of nothing but himself! [Verse 2] He was thinner then. He was rangier, he was strange, he wore pince-nez, he smoked, he was faintly menacing, he looked like a gentleman assembled out of doughnuts and he was in every French newspaper before the century turned. They slimmed him. They de-smoked him. They made him wave. A hundred and thirty years of quietly making him nicer. [Chorus] [Verse 3] And they gave him a whole life, because a face demands one: he golfed, he dined, he smoked, he was photographed at parties, he was drawn to have opinions about roads and about weather, he had a wife once, briefly, in a poster, in nineteen-oh-four. A pile of tyres with a marriage. A stack of rings with a club. They built a biography around a shape that had no body. [Bridge] And here's the part that I find genuinely marvellous: he's not a person made into a brand, or a brand made to look human. He is a product, drawn as a man, who then became a critic — because the stars, the restaurant stars, are HIS. They're his stars. A stack of tyres decides which kitchens in the world are great. Nobody planned that. Nobody could have planned that. [Chorus] [Outro] (the exposition hall, receding) Now is the time to drink. He's been saying it since eighteen ninety-eight.