| David Bowie – Blackstar Lyrics | 8 years ago |
| @[Msics:8246] I humbly beg for your forgiveness, Msics. You are right: my having been amused certainly does not amount to your having engaged in anything nefarious at all. Long live the infinite variants of individual interpretation and free expression. | |
| David Bowie – Blackstar Lyrics | 8 years ago |
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Just some miscellaneous observations and thoughts: Little smiley embroidered on the astronaut's suit blows a kiss to his son re:his great film 'Moon'. Bowie respects his audience and has a sense of humour. He knows it will entertain us to be confounded and to take the piss is acceptable, because we can hack it. He is/was a star. In an interview once he spoke of past tangles with Crowleyism. Maybe part of him feels a little incredulous at his continuing fame, and he wonders whether he might unwittingly have done a bit of a Johnny Favorite. A lot of ambivalence about the direction his life has taken and how much he agency he really had in the teeth of the juggernaut of the industry around him and about him. If everything is in reverse, upside down, the wrong way round, mirrored, if he was born the wrong way round, that could be why he's a space oddity, a stranger in a strange land in a world, an oyster that couldn't absorb or dissolve him and so built him into a pearl. Possible small cruelties referred to: A critic who said he'd come to nothing Someone who threatened an afraid or in pain person with withholding of medication, and then frightened them A grim reaper who doesn't speak here of stopping the mouth or breaking the legs but of taking away the dying person's selfhood [passport] and mobility [shoes] In the mirror universe in which David is Famous when he perhaps shouldn't have been- and in fact isn't, in the ordinary universe on the other side of the mirror- and feels like a straw man, host to the projected fantasies of millions, the women who mourn him don't cry as Mary did at the death of her crucified son, but instead see him off with loving smiles that are comforting. Someone has been his stalwart through hard times of confusion, pain and doubt; through it all, their eyes. It's important to live authentically, to be brave and take someone's place in a spirit of sacrifice if it seems required, to talk tall and not to lie, to see clearly, to stay alive on the inside, feel fully, not to shrink the outlook or apsirations or dampen the emotions- daydream of eagles, diamonds in eyes. The astronaut's skull has been adorned with precious gems. They came to be there through a combination of his own efforts to love life and the cherishing given by admirers. To feel fully is painful, especially to know what is right and the importance of that in any given moment, but it's not easy seeing this if you feel you've been consigned, or volunteered to go, to the misfit/oddity/shadow side of life. The taking of the place- was it a kind of usurping, again the guilt at having been chosen? None of this has to have been deliberately written. People just write whatever and then follow where the evocations lead. It's not necessarily an intricately made puzzle with every bit representing anything directly. Usurping, like the moon usurps the sun during an eclipse. The moon is cold and lonely and desolate, a lonely place to be, like the world if you feel like an oddity. The Astronaut's clothes are worn and damaged. He's been knocked about by life and has tried to patch himself up makeshift. He's ramshackle. Maybe a worst-case scenario vision of the fearful process of dying [possibly assisted], supported by one loving person in a nightmare world in which the dead person's remains will inevitably become relics to be worshipped by primitive subjugates [a certain kind of fan] and their power-broker priests [those who will process the sole soul into a legend/commodity]. |
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| David Bowie – Blackstar Lyrics | 8 years ago |
| @[Msics:8234] a consummate trolling effort equalled only by the trollage that was the creation of such a sensibility | |
| Laibach – Smrt Za Smrt Lyrics | 10 years ago |
| Well, lyrics or no lyrics, the title means 'Death For Death', probably a variant on 'an eye for an eye'. | |
| Mclusky – To Hell With Good Intentions Lyrics | 10 years ago |
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it's bands. 'love' is probably their following. 3rd to last line sounds more like 'when we gonna get excited' to me. so teh guys are claiming to be hardcore but are passive...it doesn't matter what they do [torch restaurant, pay guidedog {i always do}, get excited; it has to be with permission from someone else, ironically the same person being competitively bragged to. 'and we're all going straight to hell' is nothing but [quoted] abovementioned children trying to sound nihilistic in their lyrics. it's hilarious. the guys in the background are trying to act deeply serious unto distraction/primal, like the self-important eejits being satirised. at the end of the clip he's starting to crack up and laugh |
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| The Divinyls – Pleasure and Pain Lyrics | 11 years ago |
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saw this on margaret and david's raaEEge too? i think the lover is interrogating the singer about possible other lovers. this jealous lover might be a current lover who has lately been absent emotionally and/or physically. or he might be a past lover who used to interrogate and then bash her, and this conversation is reminding her of the bad old times. he tries to justify his past actions, but she doesn't want to hear it. there is some hint that their relationship was ambivalent in that possibly his jealousy and teh beatings were to an extent understood between them to signify his 'love' and that this was mixed up with eroticism, so that in some way they were both complicit in carrying on a pattern that was destructive. |
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