Louis Garrel (born June 14, 1983 in Paris, France) is a French actor. He st… Read Full Bio ↴Louis Garrel (born June 14, 1983 in Paris, France) is a French actor. He starred in The Dreamers by Bernardo Bertolucci.

He is the son of Philippe Garrel, a French director, and Brigitte Sy, a director and actress. His grandfather is Maurice Garrel and his godfather is actor Jean-Pierre Léaud, both of them also famous French actors.

Speaks French, English,and Italian.
Is a graduate of the Paris Conservatory.
Was awarded the 2006 Cesar Award for Best Male Newcomer for his work in Les Amants réguliers, directed by his father.
According to an interview with Michael Pitt in the New York Daily News, Garrel, just before the shooting the first nude scene in The Dreamers, ran nude through every room on the set screaming. The prank broke the tension and "loosened everybody up."

Filmographie
Choisir d'aimer, de Rachid Hami (2007)
Actrices, de Valeria Bruni-Tedeschi (2007).
Les Chansons d'amour, de Christophe Honoré (2007). En Sélection officielle du festival de Cannes 2007.
Dans Paris, de Christophe Honoré (2006).
Le Lever de rideau, de François Ozon (2006).
Les Amants réguliers, de Philippe Garrel (2004).
Ma mère, de Christophe Honoré (2004).
Innocents - The Dreamers, de Bernardo Bertolucci (2002).
La Guerre à Paris, de Yolande Zauberman (2002).
Ceci est mon corps, de Rodolphe Marconi (2001).
Les Baisers de secours, de Philippe Garrel (1989).

Ma memoire sale
Louis Garrel Lyrics

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Lave
Ma mémoire sale dans ce fleuve de boue,
Du bout de ta langue nettoie moi partout,
Et ne laisse pas la moindre trace
De tout
Ce qui me lie et qui me lasse
Hélas!

Chasse,
Traque la en moi, ce n'est qu'en moi qu'elle vit,
Et lorsque tu la tiendras au bout de ton fusil,
N'écoute pas si elle t'implore,
Tu sais
Qu'elle doit mourir d'une deuxième mort
Alors,
Tue la... encore.

Pleure!
Je l'ai fait avant toi et ça ne sert à rien,
A quoi bon les sanglots inonder les coussins?
J'ai essayé, j'ai essayé
Mais j'ai
Le coeur sec et les yeux gonflés
Mais j'ai
Le coeur sec et les yeux gonflés

Alors brûle!
Brûle quand tu t'enlises dans mon grand lit de glace
Mon lit comme une banquise qui fond quand tu m'enlaces
Plus rien n'est triste
Plus rien n'est grave
Si j'ai...
Ton corps comme un torrent de lave
Ma mémoire sale dans son fleuve de boue
Lave!

Lave!

Ma mémoire sale dans ce fleuve de boue
Lave!

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Ma mémoire sale, which translates to "My dirty memory," by Louis Garrel, are about the singer's desire to rid themselves of their painful memories. The opening line, "Lave, ma mémoire sale dans ce fleuve de boue," which means "Wash my dirty memory in this river of mud," sets the tone for the rest of the song. The singer is looking for someone to help them cleanse their mind of things that are holding them back. They ask their lover to "cleanse me everywhere with the tip of your tongue," suggesting that they seek intimacy as a means of forgetting their pain.

However, the singer is not content with just forgetting - they want their memories to be gone completely. They implore their lover to "hunt [the memory] down in [them]," and even to "kill it" once it is found. They express frustration with their own inability to let go of their memories, crying, "I've tried, I've tried, but I have a dry heart and swollen eyes." The song ends on a hopeful note, with the singer saying that they can burn everything away, including the bed they share with their lover, as long as they have the comfort of their partner's body.

Line by Line Meaning

Lave ma mémoire sale dans ce fleuve de boue,
Cleanse my dirty memory in this river of mud,

Du bout de ta langue nettoie moi partout,
Cleanse me all over with the tip of your tongue,

Et ne laisse pas la moindre trace
And leave not the slightest trace

De tout Ce qui me lie et qui me lasse Hélas!
Of all that binds and wearies me: Alas!

Chasse, Traque la en moi, ce n'est qu'en moi qu'elle vit,
Hunt it, track it within me, it only lives within me,

Et lorsque tu la tiendras au bout de ton fusil,
And when you hold it at the end of your gun,

N'écoute pas si elle t'implore,
Pay it no heed if it pleads with you,

Tu sais Qu'elle doit mourir d'une deuxième mort Alors,
You know it must die a second death. So,

Tue la... encore.
Kill it... again.

Pleure!
Cry!

Je l'ai fait avant toi et ça ne sert à rien,
I've done it before you, and it's no use,

A quoi bon les sanglots inonder les coussins?
What's the use of tears soaking the cushions?

J'ai essayé, j'ai essayé Mais j'ai Le coeur sec et les yeux gonflés Mais j'ai Le coeur sec et les yeux gonflés
I've tried, I've tried. But I have a dry heart and swollen eyes. But I have a dry heart and swollen eyes.

Alors brûle!
So burn!

Brûle quand tu t'enlises dans mon grand lit de glace Mon lit comme une banquise qui fond quand tu m'enlaces Plus rien n'est triste Plus rien n'est grave Si j'ai... Ton corps comme un torrent de lave
Burn when you're caught in my big ice bed. My bed, like an ice floe that melts when you embrace me. Nothing is sad anymore. Nothing is serious. If I have... Your body like a torrent of lava.

Ma mémoire sale dans son fleuve de boue Lave!
My dirty memory in its river of mud Cleanse!

Lave!
Cleanse!

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