theme song: the curse
2011-Aug-04, Thursday 08:36 amRarely do I run across two independent artists whose efforts together are even better than their separate works. This video is one such combination. It's not fair to call it a collaboration, since the songwriter didn't envision the video. But, well, just watch the magic.
The lyrics alone tell such a haunting story...
... but a previous line about "girls in bulrushes" recalls the imagery of yet another poem/song.
Obviously "The Curse" is a lot more complicated than mere recollection of youthful indiscretion.

This song offers storytelling that isn't simplistic. I may have to buy the guy's cd just to support and encourage more of his creative work.
The lyrics alone tell such a haunting story...
She stops going out, she just lies there in bed
in hotels in whatever towns they are speaking.
Then her face starts to set, and her hands start to fold,
And one day the dried fig of her heart stops its beating.
Long ago on the ship, she asked "Why pyramids?"
He said "Think of them as an immense invitation."
She asks "Are you cursed?" He says "I think that I'm cured."
Then he kissed her and hoped that she'd forget that question.
in hotels in whatever towns they are speaking.
Then her face starts to set, and her hands start to fold,
And one day the dried fig of her heart stops its beating.
Long ago on the ship, she asked "Why pyramids?"
He said "Think of them as an immense invitation."
She asks "Are you cursed?" He says "I think that I'm cured."
Then he kissed her and hoped that she'd forget that question.
... but a previous line about "girls in bulrushes" recalls the imagery of yet another poem/song.
Auld Nature swears, the lovely dears
Her noblest work she classes, O:
Her prentice han’ she try’d on man,
An’ then she made the lasses, O.
Green grow the rashes, O;
Green grow the rashes, O;
The sweetest hours that e’er I spend,
Are spent amang the lasses, O.
Her noblest work she classes, O:
Her prentice han’ she try’d on man,
An’ then she made the lasses, O.
Green grow the rashes, O;
Green grow the rashes, O;
The sweetest hours that e’er I spend,
Are spent amang the lasses, O.
Obviously "The Curse" is a lot more complicated than mere recollection of youthful indiscretion.

This song offers storytelling that isn't simplistic. I may have to buy the guy's cd just to support and encourage more of his creative work.