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Mylène Farmer - A Quoi Je Sers HD Video
"À quoi je sers." (English: "To Whom I Serve") is a 1989 song recorded by the French artist Mylène Farmer. The single was a new song when it was released in July 1989, being not available on Farmer's studio albums, but only in a live version on En concert.
The song, whose lyrics are very pessimistic, is "about madness, the desire of suicide and the impression of the futility of the life".
According to some analyses, the video is based on the text La Maison des morts, composed by the French poet Guillaume Apollinaire. In this case, the pond would represent the death; it also may be an allegory of the Styx, one of the rivers of Hell in Greek mythology, referring to the Farmer's passage from world of the living to that of the dead. As for the walk of the characters in the pond at the end of the video, it would evoke the idea that everyone is forced to continue his own life with his memories and his anxieties without asking too many questions.
Lyrics:
Poussière vivante, je cherche en vain ma voie lactée
Dans ma tourmente, je n'ai trouvé qu'un mausolée
Et je divague
J'ai peur du vide
Je tourne des pages
Mais... des pages vides
Poussière errante, je n'ai pas su me diriger
Chaque heure demande pour qui, pour quoi, se redresser
Et je divague
J'ai peur du vide
Pourquoi ces larmes
Dis... à quoi bon vivre...
(Refrain)
Mais mon Dieu de quoi j'ai l'air
Je sers à rien du tout
Et qui peut dire dans cet enfer
Ce qu'on attend de nous, j'avoue
Ne plus savoir à quoi je sers
Sans doute à rien du tout
A présent je peux ma taire
Si tout devient dégout
Poussière brûlante, la fièvre a eu raison de moi
Je ris sans rire, je vis, je fais n'importe quoi
Et je divague
J'ai peur du vide
Je tourne des pages
Mais... des pages vides
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