::: rabatjoie, October 16, 2006 at 3:47:14 AM CEST
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 ]
::: rabatjoie, December 5, 2005 at 11:54:41 PM CET
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 bedGuard 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
[ 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... ]
::: rabatjoie, December 1, 2005 at 7:48:30 PM CET
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. ]
::: rabatjoie, November 27, 2005 at 2:35:52 AM CET
Mann, The Magnetic Fields.
::: rabatjoie, November 1, 2005 at 2:28:16 AM CET
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 ]
::: rabatjoie, October 31, 2005 at 3:57:24 AM CET
Stefanie sagt
daß jeder vierte so denkt
und das Problem ist
das hat sie nicht nur irgendwo gelesenStefanie sagt
ihr Leben ist wie ein Geschenk
es sei zwar nett
wär aber nicht nötig gewesen
[ Locas in Love: Stefanie Sagt ]
::: rabatjoie, October 28, 2005 at 5:37:48 PM CEST
The Young Marble Giants, übrigens.
::: rabatjoie, September 17, 2005 at 6:56:21 PM CEST
Aah, le bonheur. Heute Abend Jan Jelinek und Vladislav Delay im Centre Pompidou.
::: rabatjoie, September 16, 2005 at 1:51:05 PM CEST
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.
::: rabatjoie, September 13, 2005 at 4:20:39 PM CEST
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 ]