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(I'm never coming back, I’m never giving in, I’ll never be the shine in your spit, I disconnect the act, I disconnect the dots, I disconnect the me in me)
The video takes place in a garbage dump. As the song starts you see the band in the center of the dump all set up and playing. Soon you realize that they aren’t the only ones that are in the garbage heap with them. You see hermits and other dirty looking people digging through the rubble for whatever they can find. (And you're mistaken, it's you that's faking, living and breathing and dying too, this message is for anyone who dares to hear a fool) At this point the camera starts showing the faces of the trashcollectors in more detail. Painful, angry, and sad expressions adorn their faces. (You can't bring me back, you can't bring me back, cause I gave it all back to you, thru sacred alleys, the living wrecks, wreak their havoc upon this world, the disenchanted, the romantics, the body and face and soul of you is gone down that deep black hole,destroy the mind-destroy the body-but you cannot destroy the heart,and you, you make me so I need to disconnect, and you make it so real,I don't need your love to disconnect) Now the camera goes back to the band and shows some typical videoclose-ups. Then back to the trash collectors as they start to become more violent in their search. Some of them ripping and tearing through the trash others kicking around what is near them. This continues as the band plays on. (to runaround kids in get-go cars, with vaseline afterbirths and neon coughs, galaxies full of nobodies, giving us the farewell runarounds,I took a virgin mary axe to his sweet baby jane, lost my innocence to a no good girl, scratch my face with anvil hands,and coil my tongue around a bumblebee mouth) The trash collectors suddenly stop their violent outburst and turnaround and look at the band still playing in the center. (And I give it all back to you, no way, I don't need it, I don't need your love to disconnect, and you make it, so real, I don't need your love to disconnect) The trash collectors start walking up to the band, slowly at first,but eventually up to a running speed. Their faces reveal that same pain and anguish that was revealed earlier. (No way to disconnect, and you make it so real, I don't need your love to disconnect, no way to disconnect) The band drops their instruments and heads for the exit to the dump. As they get near to the end of the dump other trash people cut them off. As the video comes to a close you see an overview of the citydump. The pumpkins surrounded by the trash people. The trashcollectors slowly close in on them and “swallow” them into the crowd. Shawn McLain gish99@yahoo.com |
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