L'H?tel Particulier
Serge Gainsbourg Lyrics


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Au cinquante-six, sept, huit, peu importe
De la rue X, si vous frappez à la porte
D'abord un coup, puis trois autres, on vous laisse entrer
Seul et parfois même accompagné.

Une servante, sans vous dire un mot, vous précède
Des escaliers, des couloirs sans fin se succèdent
Décorés de bronzes baroques, d'anges dorés,
D'aphrodites et de Salomés.

S'il est libre, dites que vous voulez le quarante-quatre
C'est la chambre qu'ils appellent ici de Cléopâtre
Dont les colonnes du lit de style rococo
Sont des nègres portant des flambeaux.

Entre ces esclaves nus taillés dans l'ébène
Qui seront les témoins muets de cette scène




Tandis que là-haut un miroir nous réfléchit,
Lentement j'enlace Melody

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Serge Gainsbourg's "L'Hôtel Particulier" describe the experience of visiting a luxurious hotel on the rue X. The song creates a sense of intrigue and sensuality, as the audience is taken on a journey through the elaborate corridors and staircases of the hotel. The singer describes the opulent decor, featuring everything from baroque bronze statues to Salomé and Aphrodite figures. The scene is set up to suggest that the visitor is in for an indulgent and potentially illicit experience.


The lyrics specifically mention the room called "Cléopâtre," which is adorned with rococo-style columns featuring black slaves holding torches. This detail adds to the sense of decadence and eroticism, as the singer imagines himself in the midst of the room's exotic and suggestive atmosphere. The song culminates in the singer embracing a woman named Melody, with the imagery of a mirror reflecting their movements suggesting that they are being watched.


Overall, the lyrics of "L'Hôtel Particulier" conjure a richly sensual and atmospheric world, in which the decadent pleasures of the hotel are both alluring and potentially dangerous.


Line by Line Meaning

Au cinquante-six, sept, huit, peu importe
It doesn't matter which number it is, just knock on the door of the street X


De la rue X, si vous frappez à la porte
If you knock on the door of street X


D'abord un coup, puis trois autres, on vous laisse entrer
First one knock, then three others, and you'll be let in


Seul et parfois même accompagné.
Whether you're alone or with someone else


Une servante, sans vous dire un mot, vous précède
A maid leads you without saying a word


Des escaliers, des couloirs sans fin se succèdent
Endless stairs and hallways follow


Décorés de bronzes baroques, d'anges dorés,
Decorated with baroque bronzes and golden angels


D'aphrodites et de Salomés.
And with Aphrodites and Salomés


S'il est libre, dites que vous voulez le quarante-quatre
If it's available, ask for room 44


C'est la chambre qu'ils appellent ici de Cléopâtre
They call it Cleopatra's room


Dont les colonnes du lit de style rococo
Whose bed columns are in Rococo style


Sont des nègres portant des flambeaux.
Are made of black people carrying torches


Entre ces esclaves nus taillés dans l'ébène
Among these naked slaves carved in ebony


Qui seront les témoins muets de cette scène
Who will be the silent witnesses of this scene


Tandis que là-haut un miroir nous réfléchit,
While up there a mirror reflects us


Lentement j'enlace Melody
Slowly, I embrace Melody




Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: SERGE GAINSBOURG

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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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