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HolyOwl said:
^ btw is that you in the video, M? ;p
Ha! I wish! :D They should have hired us...you, me and Subrussian could have danced in the the video for free;) Actually, I would have paid good money to have played the taped up guy in the Rocket video. I always thought that was hilarious.
Post edited by A_is_A at 2013-07-16 19:59:08LOVE tasted CRITICAL -
To me, the video suggests a longing for an earlier time in one's life that was free, natural, innocent, playful, and sensual (remember the time...by the lake...etc.) She now finds herself alone, haunted by these memories in an empty house (considerably larger than my own!), paint peeling, crumbling walls, surrounded by whispers and echoes of the past (nude, innocent, playful people running through but not really there; phantom memories). Finally she decides to shed (removing clothes to get in bed with her past) the cynicism and joylessness of adulthood (the cold of my bones) and return to a life of wonder. That's just my take. Whatever the intent, the video is pretty and the MUSIC is both haunting and cheerful. Love it. I want more.
And yes, it may be cliche but it's well done. Nostalgia, longing, and loneliness are universal themes and symbolizing them invites cliche. To embrace (what I think is) the message of the song is to let go of the criticism and even the idea of love being cliche. That's a concept intentionally left on the crumbling floor, like the clothes she chooses to shed.
I hope the show tonight is fantastic, and FILMED. :) -
Not the best of quality, but here -
The radio edit is 3:50 by the way ;)previously the GMB attention whore: CARAVANBOY
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Hmm, these are the best lyrics I could come up with. It's a tough one, although it's nothing new for Goldfrapp :)
pull up the blinds,
open the door wide,
feel the cold arrive,
in my bones.
powder my face,
away I dress tonight,
feel like you tonight,
on my date.
Falling little moon
you burned and crash in dirty snow
all to ascend
I might as well
melt into sunday.
Remember the time,
we stood there by the lake,
watching boats and planes,
three white clouds.
I swam, I swam,
I felt the sun begin,
dreams of your skin,
on my tongue.
Falling little moon
you burned and crash in dirty snow
all to ascend
I might as well
melt into Sunday.
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pull up the blinds
open the door wide
feel the cold arrive
in my bones
You me and the moon
we burned and crash in dirty snow
all to ascend
we might as well
melt into Sunday.
la la la la ...... (the rest is impossible)
Post edited by Ryanoc91 at 2013-07-17 01:59:13 -
There is a copy on ebay but with no hint at what may or may not be on it.
chokka said:
Me too...and I should know better at my age.....hehehe
'' Sometimes I think I've felt everything I'm ever going to feel and from here on out I'm not going to feel anything new, just lesser versions of what I've already felt '' -
Oh, erm...
I thought you were implying that this was an exception for me; you know, like when that popular girl on here implied that it was unusual that I made a valid point one afternoon.
And truly, I admire the people I with whom associate closely enough to joke about. It's mostly those of my dear family that somehow find humor in my words--sadly, often when I'm not even trying to be funny.
If I were dead, could I do this? -
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