Mylène Farmer - Pourvu Qu’Elles Soient Douces (Libertine II)

“Libertine 1“can be viewed here: “Pourvu Qu’Elles Soient Douces“ (EN: “Let’s Hope They Are Soft“) is a 1988 synthpop song by the French artist Mylène Farmer. It was the third single from her second studio album Ainsi Soit Je..., the song was released on 12 September 1988. The long music video version is provocative, containing various sexual scenes as well as a rambunctuous bitch-slap festerie with one of her on-stage danseuses Sophie Tellier(the head thumping revenge numbers were not quite to be repeated in any way or form until the Kill Bill duo during the following millenium). It achieved great success in France (partly due to the bitch slappiness which was becoming a show stopper (in the good sense) regular feature within Farmer’s clips), the song earning Farmer her first number-one hit[sic] The music, being so very dynamic and effective, eclipses the words that are very daring (many people have not yet understood the theme of the song). In the refrain, Farmer addresses her lover who thinks only of her buttocks(obviously this time it’s a man), and there are many alliterations, double entendres, fesseries(EN Buttockeries). The song has been said by fans, critics and Farmer herself, to be about sodomy, and even a real “ode to sodomy“, while some consider it to be a logical sequel to her 1986 hit “Libertine“ which includes references to prostitution. Farmer explained that “Pourvu qu’elles soient douces“ is “a pamphlet written as we take revenge on men, taboos, childhood, and “coming out of the birth canal on the weak, loosing team“(added parenthesis within parenthesis comment by moi)“. Directed by Laurent Boutonnat, Farmer’s music writer to this very day, the video was shot for five days in the Forêt de Rambouillet (France). It was censored on television because of its depiction of female nudity - Farmer in particular - and sex. It is entitled “Pourvu Qu’Elles Soient Douces - Libertine II“ because it was a continuation of “Libertine“, and takes place during the Seven Years’ War, in the 18th century. It appeared in the Book of Records in 1989 because it was at the time the most expensive music video — at the time, it was announced that it cost more than 3 million francs (€450,000); however, subsequent sources said it was a mistake, as it cost about 1,5 million francs (€225,000) — the longest (17:52) and with the most of extras (circa 600). Many of them were made available by the French Army. Some were committed and recruits who benefited from a week of holiday, although they had much work during the shooting. Historian Jean-Louis Viau, was responsible for ensuring the historical reality of the video and to avoid anachronisms, and taught the extras to handle weapons of the 18th century. Farmer, who shows her breasts and her buttocks, but alas not her minge this time around, in the video, said she was a little intimidated by the nudity scenes, and was afraid of commentaries by technicians, but that finally all happened very, very well. Yann Babilee, who played the role of the English officer, explained in an interview that he was immediately charmed by the screenplay of the music video. paroles “Pourvu Qu’Elle Soient Douces“ Ton regard oblique En rien n’est lubrique Ta maman t’a trop fessé Ton goût du revers N’a rien de pervers Et ton bébé n’est pas fâché Ton Kamasutra A bien cent ans d’âge Mon Dieu que c’est démodé Le nec plus ultra En ce paysage C’est d’aimer les deux cotés Ta majesté Jamais ne te déplaces ! Sans ton petit oreiller A jamais je suis Ton unique classe Tout n’est que prix à payer Tu fais des Ah ! des Oh ! Derrière ton ouvrage Quand mon petit pantalon Debout et de dos Sans perdre courage Dénude tes obsessions Tu t’entêtes à te foutre de tout Mais pourvu qu’elles soient douces D’un poète tu n’as que la lune en tête Des mes rondeurs tu es K.O. ! Tu t’entêtes à te foutre de tout Mais pourvu qu’elles soient douces D’un esthète tu n’as gardé qu’un “air bête“... Tout est beau si c’est “Vue de dos“ ! OK ! Prose ou poésie Tout n’est que prétexte Pas la peine de t’excuser Muse ou égérie Mes petites fesses Ne cessent de t’inspirer Je fais de Ah ! des Oh ! Jamais ne me lasse Par amour pour un toqué Ne faut-il pas que Jeunesse se passe A quoi bon se bousculer ? Tu t’entêtes à te foutre de tout Mais pourvu qu’elles soient douces D’un poète tu n’as que la lune en tête Des mes rondeurs tu es K.O. ! Tu t’entêtes à te foutre de tout Mais pourvu qu’elles soient douces D’un esthète tu n’as gardé qu’un “air bête“ Tout est beau si c’est “Vue de dos“