This is a great example of how cLOUDDEAD can observe and twist simple scenarios and turn them into surreal abstract metaphors and analogies for more complicated concepts.
I agree that "It's hard to stand the sight of two dogs dead under a sky so blue" pretty clearly identifies the inherent struggle self-conscious organisms must face concerning mortality: the end of "me".
"We secretly long to be some part of a car crash"
-We [esp. as a society], have the desire to be a part of a spectacle, to be the center of attention to curious bystanders, strangers . . to be known and recognized, to be significant, even in a transient moment.
Now, let's just have some fun.
"I long to see your arms stripped to the tendons, the nudity of swelling exposed veins."
Could this reflect also, the desire to see the 'raw' in others, an essence, something 'underneath the surface of the skin'? The raw, visceral mechanics of 'others'? To see the exposed machinery of something like you, it becomes a spectacle also. The desire to be involved in and witness spectacles is seems to be a strong motif.
Now who has got the gonads to relate the sample of Werner Herzog's speech there back to the song?
Also, has anyone seen or heard of David Cronenberg's 'CRASH'? This song always reminded me of it, more obviously because of the coupling of car crashes with desires....a sort of fetishizing of it..
Against my misery I don't think I've seen my screeching pain, I can now feel what's around us.- Here I will borrow Albert Camus' philosophy of absurdity. In the hustle bustle of everyday life we are disconnected from the boredom and struggle of living. It is a double edged sword. We are misers because we feel misplaced from the struggle of reality, however; it is the struggle of reality that encourages the safer route of non-authenticity in our lives.
It is some sort of harmony, the harmony of overwhelming murder.- Here I will borrow Baudrillard. Our chosen routes of non-authenticity have...
Against my misery I don't think I've seen my screeching pain, I can now feel what's around us.- Here I will borrow Albert Camus' philosophy of absurdity. In the hustle bustle of everyday life we are disconnected from the boredom and struggle of living. It is a double edged sword. We are misers because we feel misplaced from the struggle of reality, however; it is the struggle of reality that encourages the safer route of non-authenticity in our lives.
It is some sort of harmony, the harmony of overwhelming murder.- Here I will borrow Baudrillard. Our chosen routes of non-authenticity have themselves become the replacement for reality. In Baudrillard's "The Perfect Crime", he discusses the murder of reality and it's replacement by empty signs.
In the context of the song, "To be red-tendoned dogs." is the fatal conclusion that pushes the hyperreal death hypothesis beyond itself. It is the only available reaction. Death is no longer the opposite of life, it is the mechanism that brings your reality before you and allows you to present yourself to others. If I cannot be a "me" for others, I can be an "it" for others. As an "it", I am finally aware of the pain of living as the "me" is merely a player in the postmodern play of empty signs.
This is a great example of how cLOUDDEAD can observe and twist simple scenarios and turn them into surreal abstract metaphors and analogies for more complicated concepts.
I agree that "It's hard to stand the sight of two dogs dead under a sky so blue" pretty clearly identifies the inherent struggle self-conscious organisms must face concerning mortality: the end of "me".
"We secretly long to be some part of a car crash" -We [esp. as a society], have the desire to be a part of a spectacle, to be the center of attention to curious bystanders, strangers . . to be known and recognized, to be significant, even in a transient moment.
Now, let's just have some fun. "I long to see your arms stripped to the tendons, the nudity of swelling exposed veins." Could this reflect also, the desire to see the 'raw' in others, an essence, something 'underneath the surface of the skin'? The raw, visceral mechanics of 'others'? To see the exposed machinery of something like you, it becomes a spectacle also. The desire to be involved in and witness spectacles is seems to be a strong motif.
Now who has got the gonads to relate the sample of Werner Herzog's speech there back to the song?
Also, has anyone seen or heard of David Cronenberg's 'CRASH'? This song always reminded me of it, more obviously because of the coupling of car crashes with desires....a sort of fetishizing of it..
Against my misery I don't think I've seen my screeching pain, I can now feel what's around us.- Here I will borrow Albert Camus' philosophy of absurdity. In the hustle bustle of everyday life we are disconnected from the boredom and struggle of living. It is a double edged sword. We are misers because we feel misplaced from the struggle of reality, however; it is the struggle of reality that encourages the safer route of non-authenticity in our lives. It is some sort of harmony, the harmony of overwhelming murder.- Here I will borrow Baudrillard. Our chosen routes of non-authenticity have...
Against my misery I don't think I've seen my screeching pain, I can now feel what's around us.- Here I will borrow Albert Camus' philosophy of absurdity. In the hustle bustle of everyday life we are disconnected from the boredom and struggle of living. It is a double edged sword. We are misers because we feel misplaced from the struggle of reality, however; it is the struggle of reality that encourages the safer route of non-authenticity in our lives. It is some sort of harmony, the harmony of overwhelming murder.- Here I will borrow Baudrillard. Our chosen routes of non-authenticity have themselves become the replacement for reality. In Baudrillard's "The Perfect Crime", he discusses the murder of reality and it's replacement by empty signs. In the context of the song, "To be red-tendoned dogs." is the fatal conclusion that pushes the hyperreal death hypothesis beyond itself. It is the only available reaction. Death is no longer the opposite of life, it is the mechanism that brings your reality before you and allows you to present yourself to others. If I cannot be a "me" for others, I can be an "it" for others. As an "it", I am finally aware of the pain of living as the "me" is merely a player in the postmodern play of empty signs.