Premiers Symptômes
Serge Gainsbourg Lyrics


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J'ai ressenti les premières atteintes du mal
Sous les sarcasmes de Marilou
Mes oreilles après des mots comme "Vieux con, pédale"
Se changèrent en feuille de chou
Aux aurores, j'allais au café buraliste
Faire provision de fumigènes
Et je demandais au pompiste
Derrière le zinc, le plein de kérosène
Puis, traînant mes baskets
Je m'allais enfermer dans les water-closets
Où là, je vomissais mon alcool et ma haine
Titubant, je m'en revenais
Et les petits enfants riaient




De mes oreilles en chou-fleur
J'avais pris peu à peu la tronche d'un boxeur

Overall Meaning

The song, "Premiers Symptômes" by Serge Gainsbourg, talks about the first signs of addiction that the singer experiences. The lyrics describe the disdainful comments of Marilou, which have made him feel hurt and vulnerable, leading him towards substance abuse. The words "Vieux con pédale" (old gay jerk), directed towards Gainsbourg, have made his ears burn and feel numb like a leaf of cabbage.


The next morning, he goes to the café to buy cigarettes and asks the gas station attendant to fill the tank with kerosene. He then heads to the restroom where he proceeds to vomit out all his alcohol and anger. The singer has taken up the image of a boxer with cauliflower ears due to his addiction. The children who see him in this state laugh at him.


The song speaks about the emotional and physical turmoil that addiction can have on an individual. The lyrics delve into the inner conflict of the singer and how he relies on substances to manage his pain. At the same time, he is ashamed of his addiction and constantly reminded of how it affects his relationships and reputation.


Line by Line Meaning

J'ai ressenti les premières atteintes du mal
I felt the first effects of sickness


Sous les sarcasmes de Marilou
Under the sarcasm of Marilou


Mes oreilles après des mots comme "vieux con pédale"
My ears after words like 'old queer'


Se changèrent en feuille de chou
Turned into cabbage leaves


Aux aurores j'allais au café buraliste
At dawn, I went to the tobacco shop café


Faire provision de fumigènes
To stock up on cigarettes


Et je demandais au pompiste
And I asked the gas station attendant


Derrière le zinc le plein de kérosène
For a full tank of kerosene


Puis traînant mes baskets
Then dragging my sneakers


Je m'allais enfermer dans les water-closets
I went to lock myself in the bathroom


Où là je vomissais mon alcool et ma haine
Where I vomited my alcohol and hatred


Titubant je m'en revenais
Staggering, I came back


Et les petits enfants riaient
And the little children laughed


De mes oreilles en chou-fleur
At my cauliflower ears


J'avais pris peu à peu la tronche d'un boxeur
I had gradually taken on the face of a boxer




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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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