The Tune for today is:
Serge Gainsbourg - Melody
| The Rolls' wings brushed against poles When despite myself off my path We arrived my Rolls and I in a dangerous Zone, an isolated place Down there, on the hood of this Silver Ghost From Nineteen hundred and ten moves forward like a scout The silver Venus on the radiator Whose light wings fly in advance. Haughty, disdainful, while the radio Screams covering the motor's silence She stares at the horizon and her mind elsewhere Seems to be unaware of the sidewalks I run over Alleys, dead-ends and no parking Zones, an indifferent heart She holds the reins of my twenty-six horse power Princess of shadows, cursed archangel Modern style Amazon that the sculpter In English, named Spirit of Ecstasy And so I was messing around before losing Control of the Rolls. I moved forward slowly My car swerved and a violent thud Tore me suddenly from my daydreams. Shit! I saw a bicycle tire up ahead, That kept on spinning, And like a doll that loses its balance Her skirt pulled up on her white underpants "What's your name?" "Melody" "Melody what?" "Melody Nelson" Melody Nelson has red hair And it's her natural color. | Les ailes de la Rolls effleuraient des pylônes Quand m'étant malgré moi égaré Nous arrivâmes ma Rolls et moi dans une zone Dangereuse, un endroit isolé Là-bas, sur le capot de cette Silver Ghost De dix-neuf cent dix s'avance en éclaireur La Vénus d'argent du radiateur Dont les voiles légers volent aux avant-postes. Hautaine, dédaigneuse, tandis que hurle le poste De radio couvrant le silence du moteur Elle fixe l'horizon et l'esprit ailleurs Semble tout ignorer des trottoirs que j'accoste Ruelles, culs-de-sac aux stationnements Interdits par la loi, le cœur indifférent Elle tient le mors de mes vingt-six chevaux-vapeur Princesse des ténèbres, archange maudit, Amazone modern style que le sculpteur En anglais, surnomma Spirit of Ecstasy Ainsi je déconnais avant que je ne perde Le contrôle de la Rolls. J'avançais lentement Ma voiture dériva et un heurt violent Me tira soudain de ma rêverie. Merde ! J'aperçus une roue de vélo à l'avant, Qui continuait de rouler en roue libre, Et comme une poupée qui perdait l'équilibre La jupe retroussée sur ses pantalons blancs - Tu t'appelles comment ? - Melody - Melody comment ? - Melody Nelson Melody Nelson a les cheveux rouges Et c'est leur couleur naturelle. |
Review by Jason Ankeny (allmusic)
You don't need to speak a word of French to understand Histoire de Melody Nelson -- one needs only to look at the front cover (with its nearly pornographic portrait of a half-naked nymphet clutching a rag doll) or hear the lechery virtually dripping from Serge Gainsbourg's sleazily seductive voice to realize that this is the record your mother always warned you about, a masterpiece of perversion and corruption. A concept record exploring the story of -- and Gainsbourg's lust for -- the titular teen heroine, Histoire de Melody Nelson is arguably his most coherent and perfectly realized studio album, with the lush arrangements which characterize the majority of his work often mixed here with funky rhythm lines which underscore the musky allure of the music. Perhaps best described as a dirty old bastard's attempt to make his own R&B love-man's record along the lines of a Let's Get It On (itself still two years away from release), it's by turns fascinating and repellent, hilarious and grim, but never dull -- which, inGainsbourg's world, would be the ultimate (and quite possibly the only) sin.
Checkout the Jane Birkin website or if you agree with Serge: "Ugliness is in a way superior to beauty because it lasts"
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