I knew I wanted a Serge Gainsbourg in here, one of his duets, but which one? Jane Birkin, with her breathy, smoky orgasmic sighs, “Mon amour . . . ” Brigitte Bardot? I love the way she says “Bonnie,” as in “Bunee and Clyde . . ." Or how about a little suggestion of incest with his thirteen-year-old daughter? At least it’s slightly more subtle than “Lemon Incest.”
Showing posts with label Serge Gainsbourg. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Serge Gainsbourg. Show all posts
Saturday, December 1, 2007
Charlotte Forever
I knew I wanted a Serge Gainsbourg in here, one of his duets, but which one? Jane Birkin, with her breathy, smoky orgasmic sighs, “Mon amour . . . ” Brigitte Bardot? I love the way she says “Bonnie,” as in “Bunee and Clyde . . ." Or how about a little suggestion of incest with his thirteen-year-old daughter? At least it’s slightly more subtle than “Lemon Incest.”
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