Thursday, February 23, 2006
The Purple Chickens: "Ars Terror"
The Purple Chickens: "Ars Terror"
You were asleep;
But somehow you count sheep.
The fences collapse.
Oh my, such terror.
You were awake;
With no cake to bake.
The frostings collapse.
Oh my such terror.
My such horror.
Lately, baby
There’s been a plague in my room.
I’ve been shivering.
The one who walks fast
Is the one who’s dreaming,
Submarining.
As poetic as it can be. Poetry in rock, rock in poetry. "There's been a plague in my room" is another terryfing dose of solitary dictum. What can possibly bring plague to a person inside his/her room? Just by isolating the imagery of a room, one can already postulate that this is about despondency. I think I've already talked much about this song in my previous blog entries in my main blog. Well, those were the days when I had a plague in my room.
I would just want to highlight the last stanza. "The one who walks fast/is the one who's dreaming/submarining. Why the image of expeditious walk being compared to the one sinking into chimera and hallucination? Are people fuels of speed or speed is the fuel of people's lives? And if it is, what's the speed for? What are we up for? Where is our destination?
The song illustrates the art of terror. We all live in terror. We terrify our own lives. We are terrified by our own lives. Our life is terrifying. Whichever or whoever, terror is ubiquitous. We are all in our own rooms, shivering...
posted by Eloisa at 5:49 PM
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