If I were smarter, this is where I would put my really brilliant analysis of the new Bjork video. I think it probably has something to do with the nature of celebrity, but that’s about as far as my limited mental capacity will take me tonight at midnight. If you have thoughts, please leave a comment.
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It’s quite possibly the worst James Bond theme song ever. Cool video and lyrics, though.
I’m a fountain of blood
In the shape of a girl
You’re the bird on the brim
Hypnotised by the Whirl
Drink me, make me feel real
Wet your beak in the stream
Game we’re playing is life
Love is a two way dream
Leave me now, return tonight
Tide will show you the way
If you forget my name
You will go astray
Like a killer whale
Trapped in a bay
I’m a path of cinders
Burning under your feet
You’re the one who walks me
I’m your one way street
I’m a whisper in water
Secret for you to hear
You are the one who grows distant
When I beckon you near
Leave me now, return tonight
The tide will show you the way
If you forget my name
You will go astray
Like a killer whale
Trapped in a bay
I’m a tree that grows hearts
One for each that you take
You’re the intruder’s hand
I’m the branch that you break
Hum-yeah!
** Icelandic part **
It could do well as one of those self-promoting rap songs, come to think of it.
I thought of a line from an Andrew Marvel poem: “My vegetable love grows for you vaster than empires and more slow.“
I thought it was about the death of identity through love (but I just got married–it colors my perception). Drinking her, a blood fountain, is parallel to reading her (her book). Publisher = rejection? Broken love unwrites her?
Wait, did she pull a Mariah Carey and get tangled up with some big shot in the industry, a publisher in this case?
Or maybe it’s about selling out (and identity). Something like when Dr. Dre dissed Easy E in that video, Fuck Wit Dre Day: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vv3chjw9QA0
I think it has to do with the nature of fame and how, even though you generally “make it” on the merit of a completely creative act, the rest of your life is spent repackaging thaat same stuff, until one day when it all stops working. It’s a beautiful video.
The new Bjork video?
You know, you might also like Radiohead’s new album, OK Computer. Oh, or maybe U2’s new Pop album?
(Sorry – not my fault I’m married to a rabid Bjork fan. “Why are you watching this on the internet?” “Because Mark linked to it.” “But it’s old – I have it on DVD. Why would you watch it on the internet?”)
If you want to be truly weirded out by Bjork, I recommend Cocoon.
For me, the “Icelandic part” is critical to understanding the message of this turn of the century classic.
Loosely translated, Bjork sings:
I gots the diamond voice-ahh,
The world is my oyst-ahh,
Milky, milky oyst-ahh,
I own it I
For me, the “Icelandic part” is critical to understanding the message of this turn of the century classic.
Loosely translated, Bjork sings:
I gots the diamond voice-ahh,
The world is my oyst-ahh,
Milky, milky oyst-ahh,
I own it I
While on YouTube, try doing a search for “Voodoo Macbeth”: there’s a fascinating newsreel clip from the ’30s of the legendary production of Macbeth that Orson Welles directed in Harlem. Great stuff!
While on YouTube, try doing a search for “Voodoo Macbeth”: there’s a fascinating newsreel clip from the ’30s of the legendary production of Macbeth that Orson Welles directed in Harlem. Great stuff!
Yes, his work with Macbeth was brilliant. Unfortunately, our old friend Orson doesn
Wow, that Paul Masson looks like some powerful Jesus juice. Got to get me a bottle. If it gets a big man like Orson that tanked, it would make me see pretty colors for sure.
For a truly depressing glimpse of wasted potential, see the clip of “The Other Side of the Wind,” yet another movie Welles never finished. It looks pretty good. Let that be a lesson to you, Maynard.
Wow, that Paul Masson looks like some powerful Jesus juice. Got to get me a bottle. If it gets a big man like Orson that tanked, it would make me see pretty colors for sure.
For a truly depressing glimpse of wasted potential, see the clip of “The Other Side of the Wind,” yet another movie Welles never finished. It looks pretty good. Let that be a lesson to you, Maynard.
This is why we love You Tube. It makes everything feel new again. I wonder if there’s a video on You Tube of me as a virgin.
The closest I’ve gotten to your virginity on YouTube is some grainy footage of you making love to man who later identifies himself as “the fifth one to hit it.”