Originally Posted by Vicarn
When I saw this post this song sprang immediately to mind. " Where Do You Go To My Lovely".
It's not so much the lyrics (apart from those annoying repeats like "yes they are", "yes you do" etc., which are quite clever but the tune is a constant drone to me.

No chorus, no bridge. Just the same rolling, annoying tune like a stuck record.
Last week a guy in a bar said to me it was his favourite song of the '60's so what do I know?

You talk like Marlene Dietrich
And you dance like Zizi Jeanmaire
Your clothes are all made by Balmain
And there's diamonds and pearls in your hair, yes there are

You live in a fancy apartment
Off the Boulevard St. Michel
Where you keep your Rolling Stones records
And a friend of Sacha Distel, yes you do

You go to the embassy parties
Where you talk in Russian and Greek
And the young men who move in your circles
They hang on every word you speak, yes they do

But where do you go to my lovely
When you're alone in your bed?
Tell me the thoughts that surround you
I want to look inside your head, yes I do

I've seen all your qualifications
You got from the Sorbonne
And the painting you stole from Picasso
Your loveliness goes on and on, yes it does

When you go on your summer vacation
You go to Juan-les-Pins
With your carefully designed topless swimsuit
You get an even suntan on your back, and on your legs


youtube link:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L8XQZYIiNgo

Hi Vic,

Yes, a well known hit in Britain that didn't cross the pond, but I know the song. Kind of like a second-rate Scott Walker tune, name dropping French people and places. Cloaked in reverb and a vocal style that might've inspired Natalie Merchant's. And despite all that, I think I'd like the song if it weren't for the length. But yeah, it's pretty much 1, 6, 4, 5, all the way through.

I was into the whole Scott Walker thing (years later, though--I was too young at the time), but the more esoteric he got, the more I loved his work, and this takes all his worst qualities and distills it into a pretentious, sing-songy, never ending, blurring mess!

Nice one!

Thanks,

Mike

Last edited by Michael Zaneski; 07/10/19 01:05 PM.
Fate doesn't hang on a wrong or right choice
Fortune depends on the tone of your voice

-The Divine Comedy (Neil Hannon)
from the song "Songs of Love"
from the album "Casanova" (1996)