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Serge Gainsbourg Lyrics


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Aucun Boeing sur mon transit
Aucun bateau sous mon transat
Je cherche en vain la porte exacte
Je cherche en vain le mot exit

Je chante pour les transistors
Ce récit de l'étrange histoire
De tes anamours transitoires
De Belle au Bois Dormant qui dort

Je t'aime et je crains
De m'égarer
Et je sème des grains
De pavot sur les pavés de l'anamour

Tu sais ces photos de l'Asie
Que j'ai prises à deux cents Asa
Maintenant que tu n'es pas là
Leurs couleurs vives ont pâli

J'ai cru entendre les hélices
D'un quadrimoteur mais hélas
C'est un ventilateur qui passe
Au ciel du poste de police

Je t'aime et je crains
De m'égarer
Et je sème des grains
De pavot sur les pavés de l'anamour

Je t'aime et je crains
De m'égarer
Et je sème des grains
De pavot sur les pavés de l'anamour





Je t'aime et je crains
De m'égarer

Overall Meaning

In "L'Anamour," Serge Gainsbourg laments the loss of a fleeting love. He begins by stating that there are no means of escape from his heartbreak—he cannot take a plane or a boat to leave behind his heartache. Gainsbourg is searching for the right way to leave behind his pain, but he cannot seem to find the right words or exit door. He sings to transistor radios about the strange story of his lover's transitory romances and sleeps like the sleeping beauty who slumbers.


Gainsbourg's lament threatens to become obsessive. He fears losing himself in the labyrinth of his heartbreak, leading him to scatter poppy seeds on the streets of his love for forgetfulness. His photographs taken years ago in Asia no longer have the same bright colors now that his lover is gone. As he listens to the whirring of a fan, he wishes it was the sound of a plane waiting to take him away from his pain. Nevertheless, the only escape he can find is to throw poppy seeds on the streets, hoping to forget the memories of what he once had.


Overall, the lyrics express the feeling of wishing to escape a broken heart but feeling trapped without a solution to end the pain. Gainsbourg found refuge in singing about his heartbreak and sharing his lament to anyone who would listen.


Line by Line Meaning

Aucun Boeing sur mon transit
I'm not traveling by plane anywhere


Aucun bateau sous mon transat
I'm not lounging on a boat anywhere


Je cherche en vain la porte exacte
I can't seem to find the exact door I'm looking for


Je cherche en vain le mot exit
I can't seem to find the word exit, despite looking for it


Je chante pour les transistors
I'm singing for the radio


Ce récit de l'étrange histoire
I'm narrating the strange story


De tes anamours transitoires
About your fleeting affairs


De Belle au Bois Dormant qui dort
Of Sleeping Beauty who sleeps


Je t'aime et je crains
I love you but I'm afraid


De m'égarer
Of getting lost


Et je sème des grains
So I'm scattering seeds


De pavot sur les pavés de l'anamour
Poppy seeds on the pavement of love


Tu sais ces photos de l'Asie
You know those pictures of Asia


Que j'ai prises à deux cents Asa
That I took at 200 ISO


Maintenant que tu n'es pas là
Now that you're not here


Leurs couleurs vives ont pâli
Their bright colors have faded


J'ai cru entendre les hélices
I thought I heard the propellers


D'un quadrimoteur mais hélas
Of a four-engine plane, but alas,


C'est un ventilateur qui passe
It's just a fan passing by


Au ciel du poste de police
In the sky above the police station




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Written by: Serge Gainsbourg

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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

@steffanhoffmann

@@Lad-Saurin The song is purely and simply, about bringing a woman to orgasm.
However you communists wouldn't know about that. Sex was taboo in ussr 😂
Even though Jane is shouting her pleasure throughout this recording, comments here are about romantic love.
No no no.
It's 1969. The end of the decade of the sexual revolution. That's what it's about.

Regarded as one of the most important figures in French pop, he was renowned for often provocative and scandalous releases which caused uproar in France, dividing public opinion.
His artistic output ranged from his early work in jazz, chanson, and yé-yé to later efforts in rock, zouk, funk, reggae, and electronica. Gainsbourg's varied musical style and individuality, make him difficult to categorise, although his legacy has been firmly established, and he is often regarded, as one of the world's most influential popular musicians

Lucien Ginsburg was born in Paris on 2 April 1928. He was the son of Jewish emigrants of Turkish, Russian and Ukrainian origin, Joseph and Olga Ginsburg, who fled to Paris via Istanbul after the 1917 Russian Revolution and the MURDERING COMMUNISTS.  
Joseph Ginsburg was a classically trained musician whose profession was playing the piano in cabarets and casinos; he taught his children—Gainsbourg and his twin sister Liliane—to play the piano. 
Gainsbourg's childhood was profoundly affected by the occupation of France by Germany during World War II.
The identifying yellow star that Jews were required to wear haunted Gainsbourg; in later years he was able to transmute this memory into creative inspiration. 
The world detested this
Communism
Fascism
Both evil ideologies were destroyed.
There's a new thing to destroy nowadays; Putinism.
The little moth will be destroyed; just like Hitler.



All comments from YouTube:

@dorpets

In 1971 at a party, I asked a girl to dance with me to this song and she said yes. Now... she's my wife!

@Nirsterkur

Congratulations!

@theboredchannel3062

I love this song.

@noraisabel6557

@Samuel How is Paris these days, apart from the quarantine?

@LOveERDos

Samuel same here ROME AND LA DOLCE VITA ROME and the shit life

@christiandesayes4718

lucky man! thanks serge!

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@georgeclancy1755

The Frenchest thing that ever Frenched.

@feuquegougueul1592

One of the best things!

@jadecostello3325

And pommed.

@marguskiis7711

Johann Bach

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