Lars von Trier muß, als er sich »Dogville« ausgedacht hat, Lotte Lenya (beziehungsweise Brecht und Weill) im Ohr gehabt haben:

Und an diesem Mittag wird es still sein am Hafen Wenn man fragt, wer wohl sterben muß. Und dann werden Sie mich sagen hören: Alle! Und wenn dann der Kopf fällt, sage ich: Hoppla!
Und als Fußnote mag man anmerken, daß Nina Simones Interpretation des Liedes als Beispiel dafür gelten kann, wie eine Änderung des sprachlichen und historischen Kontexts ganz ungeahnte Effekte für die Bedeutung der Worte haben kann:
You people can watch while I'm scrubbing these floors And I'm scrubbin' the floors while you're gawking Maybe once ya tip me and it makes ya feel swell In this crummy southern town In this crummy old hotel But you'll never guess to who you're talkin'. No. you couldn't ever guess to who you're talkin'.

Then one night theres a scream in the night And you'll wonder who could that have been And you see me kinda grinnin' while Im scrubbin' And you say, whats she got to grin? I'll tell you.

Theres a ship The black freighter With a skull on its masthead Will be coming in

[...]

By noontime the dock Is a-swarmin' with men Comin out from the ghostly freighter They move in the shadows Where no one can see And they're chainin' up people And they're bringin' 'em to me Askin' me, Kill them now, or later? Askin' me! Kill them now, or later?

Noon by the clock And so still by the dock You can hear a foghorn miles away And in that quiet of death I'll say, right now. Right now!

Then they'll pile up the bodies And I'll say, That'll learn ya!

And the ship The black freighter Disappears out to sea And On It Is Me

[ kürzer kommt besser, glaube ich ]


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Guard my bed while the rain turns the ditches to mirrors by a vase of carnations from central Ohio where the looking machine can't hear us

Deep in the night we dream of positions there's a line for the phone in the hall and in the cold places where Spanish is spoken most wars end in the fall

You never know where your pet will go pet politics pet politics pet politics pet politics

Still wearing last nights' mascara now that her pet was gone for sure she was shivering so hard it looked like there were two of her

I could see through the sleeve of her blouse the plans of her architect lover a tattoo of a boarded-up house and ink door that belonged to another

When the rain hits you it hits you slow stitch after stitch stitch after stitch stitch after stitch stitch after stitch

Adam was not the first man 'though the Bible tells us so There was one created before him, whose name we do not know He also lived in the garden but he had no mouth or eyes One day Adam came to kill him and he died beneath these skies

I find it so amazing how I go where I'm led I go where I'm led I go where I'm led I go where I'm led

I suspect we could be losing now please guard my bed please guard my bed please guard my bed please guard my bed

[ The Silver Jews: Pet Politics. Gute Version auch von den Mountain Goats. ]

[ Mein Gott, da war jetzt eine Woche lang ein Tippfehler drin, und ich... erst jetzt... ]


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Ich gehe mir jetzt The Marshmallow Dykes in der Rue des Petites Ecuries anschauen.

[ Bester Song des Abends übrigens: »Black Metal Killed My Little Sister«. Jetzt noch einen Chorizo-Toast und dann sechseinhalb Stunden Matratzenhorchdienst. ]


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Mann, The Magnetic Fields.


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Woke up this morning and it seemed to me, that every night turns out to be A little more like Bukowski. And yeah, I know he's a pretty good read. But God who'd wanna be? God who'd wanna be such an asshole? God who'd wanna be? God who'd wanna be such an asshole?
[ Modest Mouse: Bukowski ]

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Stefanie sagt ihr Leben ist wie ein Geschenk es sei zwar nett wär aber nicht nötig gewesen

Stefanie sagt daß jeder vierte so denkt und das Problem ist das hat sie nicht nur irgendwo gelesen

[ Locas in Love: Stefanie Sagt ]


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The Young Marble Giants, übrigens.


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Aah, le bonheur. Heute Abend Jan Jelinek und Vladislav Delay im Centre Pompidou.


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MOTHERSBAUGH II



Oh, man, this has turned into a depressing conversation! What else can we talk about instead that’s more uplifting? Can we talk about Iraq?
Interview mit Mark Mothersbaugh im Believer. Es geht (natürlich) unter anderem um Devo, MTV, Wes Anderson, und die Eichhörnchen auf dem Disney-Campus.

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Zwei komplette Folgen der Fernsehsendung »The Turnpike« über Arcade Fire kann man sich bei lawrence.com angucken. Ein bisschen Interview, hauptsächlich aber Liveaufnahmen. Unglaubliche Liveaufnahmen.

[ via videos.antville.org ]


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