Là Bas C
Serge Gainsbourg Lyrics


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Écoute, c'est toi qui conduis ou moi?
C'est moi, bon alors tais-toi
Y'a du whisky dans la boîte à gants
Et des Américaines, t'as qu'à taper dedans

Écoute, écoute un peu ça poupée
T'entends ? Mon air préféré
Mets-moi la radio un peu plus fort
Et n'aie pas peur, j'vais pas aller dans le décor

Soudain, juste avant Monte-Carlo
C'est ça, c'est ça le manque de pot
V'là que la Jaguar fait une embardée
Et droit devant la v'là qui pique dans le fossé

Et pendant que tous deux agonisaient
La radio, la radio a continué d'y gueuler





Demain, on les ramassera à la petite cuillère

Overall Meaning

The song "Là Bas C" by Serge Gainsbourg tells the story of a couple driving down the road towards Monte-Carlo. The lyrics begin with the couple arguing over who is driving, and the man ultimately takes the wheel as there is whisky and American women in the car, and he encourages the woman to indulge. The man then turns up the radio to listen to his favorite song and as they approach Monte-Carlo, the Jaguar they are driving suddenly swerves off the road and crashes into a ditch. Both the man and woman are left to die as the radio continues to blare in the background.


On one level, the song appears to be a dark and somewhat absurd story of a couple's reckless and ultimately fatal joyride. However, the lyrics also contain deeper symbolism and themes of addiction, temptation, and the dangers of excess. The whisky and American women in the car represent both the allure and danger of indulgence, while the crash itself can be interpreted as a metaphor for the destructive consequences of giving in to temptation. The continued blaring of the radio as the couple dies can be seen as a commentary on the unrelenting nature of addiction and the inability to escape its pull.


Line by Line Meaning

Écoute, c'est toi qui conduis ou moi?
Can you hear me? Do you want to drive or should I take the wheel?


C'est moi, bon alors tais-toi
I'll drive. So just be quiet then.


Y'a du whisky dans la boîte à gants
There's whiskey in the glove compartment.


Et des Américaines, t'as qu'à taper dedans
And there are American women in the car, you can have a go at them.


Écoute, écoute un peu ça poupée
Listen, listen to my favorite tune, doll.


T'entends ? Mon air préféré
Can you hear it? It's my favorite song.


Mets-moi la radio un peu plus fort
Turn the radio up a bit louder.


Et n'aie pas peur, j'vais pas aller dans le décor
Don't worry, I won't crash the car.


Soudain, juste avant Monte-Carlo
Suddenly, just before Monte Carlo.


C'est ça, c'est ça le manque de pot
That's it, bad luck strikes.


V'là que la Jaguar fait une embardée
The Jaguar swerves.


Et droit devant la v'là qui pique dans le fossé
And straight ahead it plunges into the ditch.


Et pendant que tous deux agonisaient
While both of them were dying.


La radio, la radio a continué d'y gueuler
The radio kept blaring.


Demain, on les ramassera à la petite cuillère
Tomorrow, they'll have to scrape them up with a teaspoon.




Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., SHAPIRO BERNSTEIN & CO. INC.
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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