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(beginning) big flash of red light. the camera is out of focus and it adjusts to heavy red lighting...(song begins). (most of the film quality on this video is poor and when it is not so bad, the colors are very dreary and pale.) thescenes change with a sort of electro-shock jerking visual thing...very spooky looking.
dad dad dad old film of a man in a graveyard looking down on a grave with his back to the camera. film somewhat distorted. dead dead dead dead dead shot of the headstone...film starts to fuzz up and whither was i ever alive? camera moves from grave to the darkened cloudy morning sky and the film breaks off. fucking makes you alive in one minute big bright flash of pale blue. solstice black and white film of raindrops hitting the pavement of a traditional british street. i am solstice filled with mercury camera moves up the street and catches a glimpse of Billy wearing a black turtle-neck and black pants, sitting on a bench further down the street.... filled with mercury camera moves towards Billy.... liquid fucked ........ see right through your heart moves until we get a close-up of Billy's eye....big flash of white. fuck your heartblack.... i am mercury liquid pure an old waterfall... hot, alive, dead, mucked fish eyes, doors (scenes pertaining to appropriate words) hot rolls on display in a bakery, a baby in a crib, dead fish, an old wooden door amongst a pile of junk in a landfill. i was born alive same baby as above standing up in the crib while staring into the camera with sad eyes i'll fucking kill you (pale white flash) baby sitting in front of the headstone in the rain i'll beat your soft baby head with my own hand baby asleep in front of the headstone in the rain. careful with that baby (rain stops) don't ever say the h word around him (pale white flash) baby sitting in crib, crying. ashamed (still crying)... i am ashamed of my name, say it shot of the headstone with no name, birthdate, or deathdate on it. i hate the sound of your shit because it means no good black and white film of a couple in a british flat fighting. it means cheap, liar, smart ass piece of shit the man leaves out the front door into the rain. change it to raygun you fuck he goes to the back alley behind the flat and shoots himself. Billy the loon a swan in a pond.. (pale bright colors) Billy the loon....... i am mars Billy sitting in front of the pond where the swan swam looking up into the night sky. (b & w film) i am mars ....... billy addly addly addly ........ the film distorts and "crashes" your name causes shit (old film) people praying in an old gothic church. while i may be no expert on this reality there is no god shot of the outside of the church (big pale flash) a big pile of rubble where the church used to be. but shame same picture of the "landfill door" god is hurt, god is cold a big wooden cross amongst the rubble. try that once, god is dead ....... there is now another one masses of people crying in front of the ruins of the church. battlebaby sitting in the middle of the street Billy sat at in the rain (b & w film) cold heart radiotypical ozzie and harriet family sitting in a living room obviously listeningto the radio. feedback blackout in the living room...family doesn't budge an inch. the pain a smiling face of a young girl (bright film) reoccurring messages of badness the old "landfill door" on the entrance to a club. reoccurring living bad dreams at the vortex of lost souls old distorted b & w film of people dancing to music inside the club w/bright lights wailing lost souls of shame (same film type) people getting high in a corner of the club. we are in one hole more club scenes... like a cup of mercury phosphate (pale color film) an old woman drinking tea on her backyard patio. brrr (fast distorted spasm of the film) it starts to snow in the background in slow motion shuddering around the old lady gets cold taste my shit you wench shot of a whore on a street corner (very bright color) lifting wailing lost souls who stand a chance the whore and with the baby, burying dead fishhot, my eyes darkly gaze and wonder- do not enter the whore and the baby stabbed in front of the club door with their backs to thecamera why why why? (close-up of the whore's face) a tear comes down her face. i was born whole in a british flat, the baby sitting down in a chair watches the the whore (who has "cleaned up her act") and who looks much like the wife in the ozzie and harriet scenario above. fractured divided shattered into a billion fragments we finally see the whole band in front of the "swan pond" playing the music. a million piece puzzle (big white flash) the band is now playing in the graveyard a million piece jigsaw puzzle with no this, and no that (distorted spasm film thing) we see the band slowly walking out of the graveyard as the camera drifts off into the darkened cloudy morning sky. Matt Nava Clonexyusp@aol.com |
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