L'Âme-stram-gram - Lyrics and Music

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En moi, en moi, toi que j'aime
Dis-moi, dis-moi quand ça n'va pas
Immisce et glisse l'abdomen
Dans mon orifice à moi

— End of the chorus

"L'Âme-stram-gram", whose lyrics were written in Milan, has techno sonorities and a subdued singer's voice, making it more heavenly. The music used more synthesizers and bass guitar than the songs from the previous album, Anamorphosée; the song, however, was not representative of the musical universe of Innamoramento. The song marked a change of influences by Farmer who "abandon the Slavonic and American universes to be interested in Asia", as noted by author Erwan Chuberre.

Lyrically, the song deals with sex, childhood and psychoanalysis. It contains numerous erotic puns inspired by the Marquis de Sade's works: "J'ouïs tout ce que tu confesses / Et l'essaim scande l'ivresse", "J'ouïs tout ce que tu susurres / L'essaim bat la mesure", "Immisce et glisse l'abdomen / Dans l'orifice à moi", "L'âme-stram-gram, pique-moi dans l'âme / Bourrée bourrée de nœuds mâles / L'âme-stram-gram pique dames". The sound associations refer to the orgasm, the female organs ("cunt", "buttock", "breast") and sexual penetration. The song also refers to the childhood rhyme known as eeny, meeny, miny, moe — a song recited by children to point out a person at random from a group — and to the vocabulary of psychoanalysis through the subjects of the sofa and Sigmund Freud's "Oedipus complex". In an April 1999 interview, Farmer explained: "I tried to evoke the idea of confidence, secret, confession, the idea of "the other", simply. One's double, perhaps. In all cases, a friendly ear". Psychologist Hugues Royer said the song evokes "pleasure in all its forms which is seen as a way out" and, with "many encryoted puns", talks about "many amusing sexual practices".

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