L'appareil à sous
Serge Gainsbourg Lyrics


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Tu n'es qu'un appareil а sou-pir
Un appareil а sou-rire,
A ce jeu, je ne joue pas,
Je n'aime pas.
Cet opera de 4 sou-pirs,
Cet air que tu as de sou-rire
Je ne pourrais qu'en sou-ffrir
On ne gagne que des gros sou-pirs,
A vouloir tant assouvir,
Tout ce je ne sais quoi d'animal en soi
Qu'il nous fait prendre а tout nos sou-pirs,
Je te dis ca sans sou-rire,
Je ne pourrais qu'en rou-gir.
Au fond tu n'es pas meilleures ou pires,
Que celles qui pour moi soupirent,
Mais ce jeu ne m'emeut pas,
Tu ne m'aimes pas.
J'y perdrais le sommeim et le sou-rire,




Jusqu'а mon dernier sou-pir,
Et ne pourrais qu'en mourir X3

Overall Meaning

In Serge Gainsbourg's song L'appareil à sous, the singer describes his disdain for the game of love as an "appareil à sous" or a slot machine. He compares his lover's actions to the mechanical pulls of a slot machine, constantly giving empty and superficial reactions such as sighs and smiles that don't reflect any genuine connection or feeling. Gainsbourg refuses to participate in this love game and warns of the potential heartache that can come from trying to satisfy one's animalistic desires through meaningless interactions. He recognizes the irony in this game of love, where one can only win by receiving empty artificial reactions and warns against being consumed by this cycle of temporary pleasure and eventually passing away without any real connection or fulfillment.


The lyrics are an example of Gainsbourg's cynical and often grim views on love and relationships. They reflect his belief that love is simply a game and that it is fruitless to invest in it. Gainsbourg's music was often controversial and pushed the boundaries of what was acceptable in French society at the time, but his music continues to be celebrated as a masterful blend of poetry, wit, and melody.


Line by Line Meaning

Tu n'es qu'un appareil а sou-pir
You are just a device for sighing


Un appareil а sou-rire,
A device for smiling,


A ce jeu, je ne joue pas,
I don't play this game,


Je n'aime pas.
I don't like it.


Cet opera de 4 sou-pirs,
This drama of four sighs,


Cet air que tu as de sou-rire
That way you have of smiling


Je ne pourrais qu'en sou-ffrir
I could only suffer from it


On ne gagne que des gros sou-pirs,
We only win big sighs,


A vouloir tant assouvir,
By wanting to fulfill so much,


Tout ce je ne sais quoi d'animal en soi
All of that animalistic something within us


Qu'il nous fait prendre а tout nos sou-pirs,
That takes hold of us in all our sighs,


Je te dis ca sans sou-rire,
I tell you this without smiling,


Je ne pourrais qu'en rou-gir.
I could only blush from it.


Au fond tu n'es pas meilleures ou pires,
In the end, you are neither better nor worse,


Que celles qui pour moi soupirent,
Than those who sigh for me,


Mais ce jeu ne m'emeut pas,
But this game doesn't move me,


Tu ne m'aimes pas.
You don't love me.


J'y perdrais le sommeim et le sou-rire,
I would lose sleep and smiling,


Jusqu'а mon dernier sou-pir,
Until my last sigh,


Et ne pourrais qu'en mourir X3
And I could only die from it X3




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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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