Mild apprehension
Blank dreams of the coming fun
Distort the odds of a turnaround
Gut screams out next to none
So turn it on, tune it in
And stay inert
You say, «I've got the backbone»
The back way to escape the gun
Climbing a tree with a missing limb
And not saving anyone
And now it hurts to stay at home
And see flash
The mirror ball’s throwing mold
And you can’t get a grip if there’s nothing to hold
You see the flash catch a white lily laugh and wilt
And if you must smash a glass first fill it to the hilt
Plants, as far as I know are still
Still bending toward the light
And if we dance until the heart explodes
It will make this place ignite
And even if this hall collapses
I can stand by my pillar of hope
It’s just a case of flash delirium
Here’s a growing culture deep inside a corpse
Ages stuck together, taking it to the source
Timeless desperation, pictures on a screen scream
«Hey, people, what does it mean?»
Comfort keeps us nice
So quick to donate everything (nothing arrives)
Die wolken drifting blinding smiles circling (einkreisen)
And time’s tingling spines
Attaching hands to floor
The rosy-tinted flash
The hot dog’s getting cold
And you’ll never be as good as the Rolling Stones
Watch the birds in the airport gathering dirt
Crowd the clean magazine chick lifting up her skirt
Lines when I close my eyes and just (Why close one eye and try to)
Aim blindly at the sun (Pledge allegiance to the sun)
And hear love when the ghosts start singing
(When plastic ghosts start terrorizing everyone)
Terrorizing everyone
And (geometric troops aligning)
(Carried up to the burial mounds) with gold
It’s a heavy load but your (My earthbound heart is heavy)
Your rhythm makes it light (Your heartbeat keeps things light)
And explode like a violent star keeps (With the violence forever)
(Threatening the night)
And (even if this hall collapses)
I can stand by my pillar of hope and trust
That our heads won’t bust
66 55 red battleships
40 earthlike planets
3 holes 2 tits
1 fork in its side
Zero tears in their eyes
Sue the spiders, sink the Welsh
Stab your Facebook, sell, sell, sell
Undercooked, overdone
Mass adulation not so funny
Poisoned honey, pseudo-science
Silly money, you’re my honey!
If Wes Anderson and David Lynch made anything together it would look like this. I'm pretty sure the eel killing, anus machine would've been David's idea.
Idk why but when Ben stands up and shows everybody his mad throat/mouth thingy, Andrew just sits there like "you've done it now Ben, Congratulations." It makes me laugh so hard
The ending is so incredibly intense and satisfying:
"Sue the spiders
Sink the Welsh
Stab your facebook
Sell sell sell
Undercooked
Overdone
Mass adulation not so funny
Poisoned honey
Pseudo science
Silly money
You're my honey"
(Kind of reminds me of Ballroom Blitz) :P
the thing in his throat is raw musical talent, the army/government is the music industry or producers or whatever. In the back of the car, he is expressing that he is uncomfortable keeping his talent away from everyone. Notice how evryone is taking a piece of a cake with his face on it at 0:43 ? everyone is there to get a piece of his 'pie'. Notice how even in the line dance, people do not look like their having fun? they're just going through the motions until they get to cash in on that pie. the bald one is an audio engineer, waiting for the talent to come outr and then manipulate it and stake his claim in that pie. the puppets represent a third party that is catering to the music corporations so that he will give his talent up to them by telling him what they want him to hear, convinced by this, he stands up and whips his talent out. before anyone can get over how beautiful it is, his talent is ripped from him and put into a machine where it is milked dry and manipulated until no longer resembles it's original self.