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Melody
Serge Gainsbourg Lyrics


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Les ailes de la Rolls effleuraient des pylônes
Quand m'étant malgré moi égaré
Nous arrivâmes ma Rolls et moi dans une zone
Dangereuse
Un endroit isolé

Là-bas, sur le capot de cette Silver Ghost de 1910
S'avance en éclaireur
La Vénus d'argent du radiateur
Dont les voiles légers volent aux avant-postes

Hautaine, dédaigneuse
Tandis que hurle le poste de radio
Couvrant le silence du moteur
Elle fixe l'horizon
Et l'esprit ailleurs
Semble tout ignorer des trottoirs que j'accoste

Ruelles, culs-de-sac
Aux stationnements interdits par la loi
Le cœur indifférent
Elle tient le mors de mes vingt-six chevaux-vapeur

Princesse des ténèbres, archange maudit
Amazone modern style que le sculpteur, en anglais
Surnomma "Spirit of Ecstasy"

Ainsi je déconnais avant que je ne perde
Le contrôle de la Rolls
J'avançais lentement
Ma voiture dériva
Et un heurt violent
Me tira soudain de ma rêverie
Merde
J'aperçus une roue de vélo à l'avant
Qui continuait de tourner en roue libre
Et comme une poupée qui perdait l'équilibre
La jupe retroussée sur ses pantalons blancs

"Tu t'appelles comment?"
"Melody"
"Melody comment?"
"Melody Nelson"

Melody Nelson a les cheveux rouges
Et c'est leur couleur naturelle

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Serge Gainsbourg's song, Melody, tell a story of a man who, while driving in his Rolls Royce, finds himself in a dangerous and isolated area where he encounters a woman named Melody Nelson. The woman is described as the "Venus of Silver Radiator" and possesses a demeanor that is both haughty and indifferent. She pays no attention to the man or the surroundings and only seems to be absorbed in her own thoughts. As the man loses control of his car and crashes into a bicycle, he meets the woman who introduces herself as Melody. The song ends with the revelation that Melody has red hair naturally.


The lyrics of the song describe the meeting of two individuals who are entirely different from each other. While the man in the story is preoccupied with his luxury car, the woman he meets is seemingly uninterested in such things. Her name and the color of her hair, which is naturally red, are the only two things he learns about her. The song portrays a sense of detachment that both characters seem to display. While the man is lost in his own little world, Melody seems to be engulfed in her own thoughts.


Line by Line Meaning

Les ailes de la Rolls effleuraient des pylônes
The wings of my Rolls Royce brushed against electrical poles


Quand m'étant malgré moi égaré
When I, against my will, became lost


Nous arrivâmes ma Rolls et moi dans une zone
My Rolls Royce and I arrived in a dangerous, isolated place


Dangereuse
A dangerous place


Là-bas, sur le capot de cette Silver Ghost de 1910
Over there, on the hood of this 1910 Silver Ghost


S'avance en éclaireur
Advances as a scout


La Vénus d'argent du radiateur
The silver Venus on the radiator


Dont les voiles légers volent aux avant-postes
Whose light veils fly to the front lines


Hautaine, dédaigneuse
Haughty, disdainful


Tandis que hurle le poste de radio
While the radio screams


Couvrant le silence du moteur
Covering the silence of the engine


Elle fixe l'horizon
She stares at the horizon


Et l'esprit ailleurs
And her mind elsewhere


Semble tout ignorer des trottoirs que j'accoste
Seems to ignore all the sidewalks that I pull over to


Ruelles, culs-de-sac
Alleys, dead ends


Aux stationnements interdits par la loi
In parking spots forbidden by the law


Le cœur indifférent
With an indifferent heart


Elle tient le mors de mes vingt-six chevaux-vapeur
She holds the bit of my twenty-six horsepower


Princesse des ténèbres, archange maudit
Princess of darkness, cursed archangel


Amazone modern style que le sculpteur, en anglais
Modern style Amazon that the sculptor called, in English


Surnomma "Spirit of Ecstasy"
Named "Spirit of Ecstasy"


Ainsi je déconnais avant que je ne perde
Thus I joked before losing


Le contrôle de la Rolls
Control of the Rolls


J'avançais lentement
I advanced slowly


Ma voiture dériva
My car skidded


Et un heurt violent
And a violent impact


Me tira soudain de ma rêverie
Suddenly pulled me out of my daydream


Merde
Shit


J'aperçus une roue de vélo à l'avant
I saw a bicycle wheel in front


Qui continuait de tourner en roue libre
That kept turning without resistance


Et comme une poupée qui perdait l'équilibre
And like a doll losing her balance


La jupe retroussée sur ses pantalons blancs
Her skirt tucked into her white pants


"Tu t'appelles comment?"
"What's your name?"


"Melody"
"Melody"


"Melody comment?"
"Melody what?"


"Melody Nelson"
"Melody Nelson"


Melody Nelson a les cheveux rouges
Melody Nelson has red hair


Et c'est leur couleur naturelle
And it's their natural color




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, WARNER CHAPPELL MUSIC FRANCE
Written by: Serge Gainsbourg

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Elian


on Ford Mustang

We're swapping spits / We're snorting lines [double entendre] (On s' fait des "lines")
In a Ford Mustang
And then, "Bang"
We're banging in [triple entendre]
To the plane trees / And then, "Bang," we're getting high ("embrasser les platanes = planer" [ French] (=to get high)
"Mus" to the left
"Tang" to the right
And to the left, to the right

A windshield wiper
A pack of Kool
A badge with the inscription
"Keep Cool"
A bar of
Chocolate
A Coca-Cola

We're swapping spits / We're snorting lines
In a Ford Mustang
And then, "Bang"
We're banging in
To the plane trees
"Mus" to the left
"Tang" to the right
And to the left, to the right

A bottle
Of make-up fluid
A flashgun
A Browning (automatic pistol)
A phonograph
A volume
Of Edgar A. Poe
And a plain brass ZIPPO

We're swapping spits / We're snorting lines
In a Ford Mustang
And then, "Bang"
We're banging in
To the plane trees
"Mus" to the left
"Tang" to the right
And to the left, to the right

An edition
Of Superman
A nut from
Paco
Rabanne
A pic of
Marilyn
A tube of aspirin

We're swapping spits / We're snorting lines
In a Ford Mustang
And then, "Bang"
We're banging in
To the plane trees
"Mus" to the left
"Tang" to the right
And to the left, to the right

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