Ecce Homo Et Caetera
Serge Gainsbourg Lyrics


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One, two, three

Ecce homo
Ecce homo
Ecce homo
Ecce homo, homo, homo

Ecce homo
Ecce homo
Ecce homo
Ecce homo

Me voici à poil à l'hosto
L'aiguille hypodermique me cherche les lipides
Le toubib s'alarme de mon masque livide
T'inquiète doc', il n'est jamais trop tôt

Ecce homo
Ecce homo
Ecce homo
Ecce homo, homo, homo

Ecce homo
Ecce homo
Ecce homo
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Héros, héros, suis-je un héros
Qualité première lucide
Je fais mon check-up comme d'hab
Tout baigne, limpide
Résultat zéro, double zéro

Ecce homo
Ecce homo
Ecce homo
Ecce homo, homo, homo

Ecce homo
Ecce homo
Ecce homo
Ecce homo

Bullshot et shit un jour auront ma peau
Et mon cerveau son propre acide
Oh comme j'aimerais noyé dans le liquide
Descendre à reculons comme Arthur Rimbaud

Ecce homo
Ecce homo
Ecce homo
Ecce homo, homo, homo

Ecce homo
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Ok, K.O.
Le cœur pompe à malheur goutte à goutte se vide
Cancer arrêt cardiaque me laissent impavide
Dormir, une chance de rêve, trop c'est trop

Ecce homo
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Ecce homo, homo, homo

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Ecce homo, homo, homo

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Ecce homo, homo, homo

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Ecce homo, homo, homo

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Ecce homo

Overall Meaning

The song "Ecce Homo Et Caetera" by Serge Gainsbourg is a play on the Latin phrase "Ecce Homo," which means "behold the man" and is often associated with the trial of Jesus Christ before his crucifixion. In the song, Gainsbourg presents himself as a man undergoing medical treatment, referencing his own mortality and the fragility of the human body. The repeated refrain of "Ecce homo" emphasizes the theme of mortality and the idea that all humans are subject to the same fate.


The opening verse of the song describes the singer who finds himself in a hospital, undergoing treatment as the needle searches for his lipids. The doctor is worried about his livid state, but the singer tells the doctor not to worry as it is never too early to check for any diseases. In the second verse, Gainsbourg questions whether he is a hero and describes his regular check-up routine. He adds that everything is clear on the medical front, but the result is still zero, double zero, emphasizing the idea that even when everything is fine, the human body is still fragile.


The third and final verse talk about how the singer expects death to come in the form of either a bullet or drugs. He wishes for a peaceful death and reflects on the idea of letting go of life like Arthur Rimbaud, the infamous poet who died of cancer. The final repetition of "Ecce Homo" brings the song full circle and emphasizes the theme of mortality in the lyrics. Ultimately, "Ecce Homo Et Caetera" is a reflection on life, death, and the inevitability of our mortality.


Line by Line Meaning

One, two, three
The song is beginning with a simple countdown.


Ecce homo
Here is the man


Ecce homo
Here is the man


Ecce homo
Here is the man


Ecce homo, homo, homo
Here is the man, man, man


Me voici à poil à l'hosto
Here I am, naked in the hospital


L'aiguille hypodermique me cherche les lipides
The hypodermic needle is searching for my fat


Le toubib s'alarme de mon masque livide
The doctor is alarmed by my pale face


T'inquiète doc', il n'est jamais trop tôt
Don't worry, doc, it's never too soon


Héros, héros, suis-je un héros
Hero, hero, am I a hero?


Qualité première lucide
First quality clear


Je fais mon check-up comme d'hab
I'm getting my check-up as usual


Tout baigne, limpide
Everything is fine, clear


Résultat zéro, double zéro
Result zero, double zero


Bullshot et shit un jour auront ma peau
Bullshot and shit will one day kill me


Et mon cerveau son propre acide
And my brain its own acid


Oh comme j'aimerais noyé dans le liquide
Oh how I would like to drown in liquid


Descendre à reculons comme Arthur Rimbaud
Descending backwards like Arthur Rimbaud


Ok, K.O.
Ok, knock out


Le cœur pompe à malheur goutte à goutte se vide
The heart pumps slowly, drop by drop, emptying itself


Cancer arrêt cardiaque me laissent impavide
Cancer and heart attack leave me unmoved


Dormir, une chance de rêve, trop c'est trop
Sleeping, a chance to dream, too much is too much


Ecce homo
Here is the man


Ecce homo
Here is the man


Ecce homo
Here is the man


Ecce homo, homo, homo
Here is the man, man, man


Ecce homo
Here is the man


Ecce homo
Here is the man


Ecce homo
Here is the man


Ecce homo, homo, homo
Here is the man, man, man


Ecce homo
Here is the man


Ecce homo
Here is the man


Ecce homo
Here is the man


Ecce homo, homo, homo
Here is the man, man, man




Writer(s): Serge Gainsbourg

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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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