Short but sweet guestpost in honour of the Day of the Dead (2/11) by Anna Maria:
Gainsbourg wearily hisses at the man who stole his Jane in a sunny setting, but his words sting with acidic intent. Perhaps he didn’t really wish for his rivals’ death but he sure liked to vent a little. A good song to wish for the worst for your enemies, and then maybe forgive them and move on. And maybe you’ll remember the ones you can no longer see and miss them a little too.
Serge Gainsbourg – Vieille Canaille
This is the original version, by the way.