In 1975, after a failed stint at managing & relaunching the image of the notoriously hard living and chaotic band the New York Dolls, Malcolm nurtured the formation of one of the most infamous punk bands in history, The Sex Pistols. He became their manager, and controlled their contracts, as well as most importantly to him, their image in the media. The venture ended in a disastrous US tour, and a film called "The Great Rock And Roll Swindle" that featured McLaren, and glorified his untraditional Situationist PR approach and manipulative Svengali-esque role in the band's career.
In the '80s, after the Sex Pistols had long broken up, Malcolm became the manager of another band, Adam and the Ants which veered away from punk's coarse format via new romantic pirate garb and poly rhythmic African style drumming. When Adam Ant rebelled and left the band, Malcolm repackaged the musicians with a 14 year old Anglo/Burmese girl named Annabella Lwin to form the band Bow Wow Wow. He soon used his headline making skills to propel the band and their underage lead singer to the top of the charts with a nude album cover scandal.
In the early 1980's, Malcolm began producing his own records, beginning with the hits "Buffalo Gals" and "Double Dutch" from the groundbreaking 1983 album "Duck Walk" which used NYC hip hoppers and scratch DJ's The World Famous Supreme Team, as its foundation. Future members of Art of Noise performed on, produced, and/or jointly composed various tracks. He next turned to opera, masterminding a pop adaptation of "Madam Butterfly" on the album "Fans" using an assortment of female vocalists, and skilled musician Robby Kilgore on the tracks.
McLaren has released numerous other albums and tracks since, including contributions to the movie soundtracks of Carry On Columbus, and Kill Bill 2, but his musical career peaked with his 1980's works. McLaren's original "Double Dutch" era material has since been reappropriated and sampled by sucessful artists including Mariah Carey, Eminem, Amerie and De La Soul.
In his later years, McLaren occasionally contributed to newspapers and magazines, directed and produced films and appeared on British reality television programmes. He died on the morning of 8 April 2010, following a battle with cancer.
Mon Dié Sénié
Malcolm McLaren Lyrics
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And smelling the stale odour of scent and sweat
Yeah, I was overcome with desire for it
And reaching out with my hands
I grabbed her sweet arse
I always get a kick out of Paris
I grabbed her cute arse so close
At the heavy oily sex
Why don′t they try a little harder back home?
Why don't they?
It all seems so brighter here
On the Rue Pigalle
Bond, James Bond!
That′s what they call me
Because I'm Ecossais
Vive l'Ecosse, they say
It always seems more dirty
When I walk these streets
All I want to do is think Blue
Yeah, shocking Blue!
I pass old hotels with sexy curtains
Life and love and death gone by
A thousand times, why should I try
To change anything?
I always get a kick out of Paris
(Mon dié sinié, anyambami
Mon dié sinié, anyambami)
Let it roll! Let it roll!
Who is she?
Where′s the man, who saw the man
Who saw the man, who saw the girl?
I′m going crazy
Paris does that to me
Blue, the only colour of sex
The only colour of my shirt and jacket
The only colour on the rue Saint-Jacques
She felt the seed stir at the pit of her belly
In response to my strong tonguing movements
(Mon dié sinié, anyambami
Mon dié sinié, anyambami
Mon dié sinié, anyambami
Mon dié sinié, anyambami)
I can't get enough
Of undoing that stuff
Satin, chiffon, silk and cotton
Just underwear, Mon dié sinié
Plain and simple
Who is she?
Where are all the gods to listen to?
Where are the gods to tell me what to do?
All i want to do is think Blue
Shocking Blue, the only colour of sex
My huge hands grasped at your hips
Your blonde hair formed a pool on the dark wood
Between my feet
And I raised you to doting love
And then I let it subside, Yeah
In a soft corrosion
I always get a kick out of Paris
(Mon dié sinié, anyambami)
Let it Roll, let it Roll
I can′t get enough
Of undoing that stuff
Who is she?
And where's the man
Who saw the man, who saw the man
Who saw the man, who saw the girl?
I′m going crazy
Where in the world can you find such dreams?
Nowhere it seems except Paris
Yeah, I always get a kick out of Paris
But then again, I'm not sure
But it′s better than yesterday
And tomorrow's another day
And I want to live yesterday, tomorrow
The lyrics to Malcolm McLaren's "Mon Die Senie" describe the singer's desire for sexual pleasure in the city of Paris. The song is very sexual, with provocative lines that express the singer's arousal and sexual appetite. He speaks of seeing short hairs and smelling the stale odour of scent and sweat. He then grabs a woman's arse and explores her body. The lyrics also mention old hotels with sexy curtains and the singer's desire to think about the color blue, which he views as the only colour of sex. There is also a mention of James Bond and how people call him that because he is from Scotland.
The lyrics in "Mon Die Senie" depict Paris as a city of sexual liberation and pleasure. The singer finds himself aroused by the sight and smell of women and prostitutes on the streets of Paris. He explores his desires and engages in sexual encounters that form the basis of the song. The lyrics also express the singer's willingness to indulge in sexual pleasures without any reservations or judgment.
The song has been heavily criticised for its misogynistic and objectifying lyrics, which paint women as sexual objects for male consumption. The song's sexual themes and language are explicit and controversial, making it a polarising work of music. Despite the controversy, the song became a hit in Europe and beyond.
Line by Line Meaning
Seeing those short hairs so close
Seeing the short hairs so close to my face
And smelling the stale odour of scent and sweat
And smelling the combination of perfume and sweat that lingered in the air
Yeah, I was overcome with desire for it
Yes, I was filled with a strong sexual desire
And reaching out with my hands
And using my hands to act upon my sexual desire
I grabbed her sweet arse
I grabbed her buttocks
I always get a kick out of Paris
I always enjoy the thrill of being in Paris
Why don't they try a little harder back home?
Why don't people put in more effort in their lives at home?
It all seems so brighter here
Things seem more exciting and glamorous in Paris
Bond, James Bond!
People refer to me as a suave and sophisticated person like James Bond
Because I'm Ecossais
Because I'm from Scotland
All I want to do is think Blue
All I want to do is think about sex
I pass old hotels with sexy curtains
I come across old hotels with seductive curtains
Life and love and death gone by
The fleeting nature of life, love, and death that have already passed
A thousand times, why should I try to change anything?
Things have been the same for so long, why bother trying to change anything?
Let it roll! Let it roll!
Let the good times keep on coming!
Blue, the only colour of sex
Blue represents the only color associated with sexual thoughts or actions
I can't get enough of undoing that stuff
I can't get enough of taking off women's clothing
Plain and simple
No need for fancy or complicated lingerie
Where are all the gods to listen to?
Why is there no higher power to guide me?
My huge hands grasped at your hips
My large hands eagerly grabbed hold of your hips
And then I let it subside, Yeah, in a soft corrosion
And then I let my sexual desire fade away slowly, like gentle erosion
Where in the world can you find such dreams?
Where else can you find such fantasies and desires?
Nowhere it seems except Paris
Paris is the only place where such things are possible
And tomorrow's another day
There's always another chance in the future
And I want to live yesterday, tomorrow
I want to live life to the fullest in both the past and future
Writer(s): M. Mclaren, D. Figaro, L. Gorman, D. Makaga, M. Bond, C. Mathias
Contributed by Aaron M. Suggest a correction in the comments below.