18.12.2014

Where do you go to my lovely

Peter Sarstedtin kappale Where do You go to My Lovely vuodelta 1969 on kiehtova ja jotenkin elokuvallinen. Kuuntelen sen usein ja näen tärisevän kaitafilmin juoksevan savunsinisenä silmieni edessä. Laulu ei kerro Sophia Lorenista, vaikka niin julkaisun jälkeen pitkään luultiin. Sen sijaan laulun tyttö, Marie-Claire, oli tarinan mukaan nuori nainen, johon lauluntekijä ihastui joitakin vuosia ennen kappaleen syntyä, ja joka kuoli hotellipalossa.

Siihen seikkaan, että laulu on saanut tekijältään vuonna 1997 jatko-osan, törmäsin vasta tänään. Kappale The Last of the Breed ei valitettavasti ole kuitenkaan ollenkaan niin maaginen ja vangitseva.

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 of St. Michel
Where you keep your Rolling Stones records
And a friend of Sacha Distel, yes you 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 Pines
With your carefully designed topless swimsuit
You get an even suntan, on your back and on your legs

And when the snow falls you're found in St. Moritz
With the others of the jet set
And you sip your Napoleon Brandy
But you never get your lips wet, no, you don't

But where do you go to, my lovely
When you're alone in your bed?
Won't you tell me the thoughts that surround you?
I want to look inside your head, yes I do

Your name is heard in high places
You know the Aga Khan
He sent you a racehorse for Christmas
And you keep it just for fun, for a laugh, ha ha, ha ha

They say that when you get married
It'll be to a millionaire
But they don't realize where you came from
And I wonder if they really care or give a damn

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 remember the back streets of Naples
Two children begging in rags
Both touched with a burning ambition
To shake off their lowly born tags, they try

So look into my face Marie Claire
And remember just who you are
Then go and forget me forever
But I know you still bear
The scar, deep inside, yes you do

I know where you go to, my lovely
When you're alone in your bed
I know the thoughts that surround you
'Cause I can look inside your head..


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