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Ever wonder why French dance music is so good? It’s not their berets, tight pants, or Karl Lagerfeld. It’s because the rest of their music sounds like it’s lyrics are from a sexual magnetic poetry kit.
Maybe it started with Serge Gainsbourg’s breathy, “Je t’aime,” which, by the way, is about bum sex. Serge also recorded a song with his daughter about incest.
Even France’s first lady Carla Bruni released her own whispery sex anthem cd’s.
Carla Bruni - Quelqu’un m’a dit
with lyrics like, “You are my junk…. More deadly than Afghan heroin. More dangerous than Colombian white powder”…. “My guy, I roll him up and smoke him.”
Perhaps French dance music is the result of these pent up sexual quivers? With all that sexual poetry music you need something on the opposite end to balance out the musical spectrum.
Take this 1975 track for example, Nanette Corey is a French porn actress who recorded the track “Viens dans ma bouche” which means “come in my mouth” for all you Anglos.
Nanette Corey - Viens dans ma bouche (come in my mouth)
Here’s some of Nanette’s lyrics translated so you can Karaoke along “en englais”.
“give me…my mouth is for you, love me, come into my mouth”
“when I was little I used to suck my thumb…but I like it better when your thumb is in my mouth”
“come into my mouth…Aaaaah Aaaaah”
There’s even a whole blog dedicated to the genre, “Filles Sourires”.
Maybe France’s short work week results in lots of dirty whispering? If I had more spare time I’d totally lay down some whisper tracks on my Garage Band.
“For all you Anglos.” This iPhone-sized essay on my favorite world culture totally rules scrappy hands.
i specialize in mini essays because of my small hands and tiny head.
oh bitchpaws your words taste like pizza to my ears.
Nice middle name “Jean”
dancing horizontally AND vertically, that is. merci pour le lien.