Que demonios quisieron decir – 5

Volumen 5: Depeche Mode – Barrel of a gun

Abril likes Dave Gahan

I’m damaged…….ooooooh so damaged!!! That’s the video screaming.

God how I love every second of this kind of videos; though, what’s with the flying hair? Also, I´m not sure I get the idea of the lightning jacket, Gahan looks like a bell in it, or a paranoid Christmas gnome walking through a cemetery on Halloween at three a.m., anyway, who cares!!! you will never make me spell a word against the dark phase of Depeche Mode… who needs you Clarke!!! Eat up your poppy ringtones!! I’ll keep watching the video, just love the nonsense dark atmosphere and…. wait…. is he eating a fly corpse??

Homo Rodans has a Degree

Depeche Mode.

Or should I say “Surrealismo-de”??

Rodans siempre lo ha dicho: “mis maricotas bien locas y los videos musicales igual” Con este ejemplar extraído de la cavernas más inimaginables del subconsciente, los DM me han dejado boquiabierto, absorto, meditabundo y con cara de WHATTTTT?? No se que aprecio más, si la escena de “bajando la escalera al estilo M.C. Escher”, o la de “saboreamiento de la cabellera ajena”.  El abrigo de focos es una idea digna de robarse para los conciertos de Lumiere (Goool!)

¿¿Que habrán querido decir?? Pues…mejor dejémoslo en la interpretación individual. Tal vez simplemente quisieron decir que no querían decir nada más que lo que querían decir (quiúbole….)

H. Rodans (y los enemigos de los triglicéridos)

imightbeelvis likes Gahan too!

Weeeeeeeeell, well, well, what do we have here? Another pessimistic/pretentious video from the 90’s (oh how little of them were mildly interesting). I thought that he was done with rehab by the time this was shot. Did he relapse? Or is it just a “tribute” to that problem, just like David Crosby did with Phil Collins for that piece of sentimental woe is me shit “Hero” video? This ain’t being a pro. If you have a problem, deal with it. And if you have a piss poor idea for a video because you have worked way to many times with delusional dutch director like Anton Corbijn, who although is a genius, he goes into weird-o-rama territory way too many times. Cracking song, though.

(editor’s note: Warning, pretentious diatribe warning!!)

Noisy was very sick when this was on the radio

This video means so much to me, it hurts so much to see it again. How many times have i felt like that, living in a colorful illusion that torments my soul? How many times have I felt going through the motions, the colours, all that shit, just to see that the sweet meal i was getting was just a dead fly? Reality, grayscaled, hits, and hits hard. You walk away from what’s hurting you, peeking from time to time over your shoulder, trembling for your life. You are sad, alone and lost in a mysterious place. Your friends want to help you and stand by yourside, but deep down, you know that no matter how much they help you, you are still troubled and pretend to have your eyes open, but they are closed. Paint eyes over your eyelids, fake to be alive and continue living in that grayscale.

(end of pretentious diatribe warning!!)

Frilly needs some chillax and a girlfriend

WTF is this?!?!? Some artsy fartsy student film about the vicissitudes of a trio of englishmen in Morocco? And hey, we get some sa-weeeeeet stop-motion. Yo, Depeche Mode, Peter Gabriel and Talking Heads called, d’you know what a subpoena is??

By the warts of my aunt Petunia’s persian three legged kitten!!!! This thing is more pretentious than that Quentin Fucktardtino’s ham-fisted Kill Bill Vol. 2 or The Royal Tenenbaums. At least this has better music than those two excrementally excuses for a paycheque.

Speaking of paychecks, what is Depeche Mode up to these days? I pretty much heard their three albums from the 90’s and called it a day after the coma-inducing Exciter.

Hey, maybe that’s the barrel of a gun, listening to Exciter?

BTW, what’s with the Vocoder. Did this inspire Cher to sing like a fookin’ robot? SHAME ON YOU, DAVE GAHAN!! Do you belieeeeeve in barrels of a gun? C’mon, dudes, you can do better than this. Enjoy the silence was pretentious but understandable. Personal Jesus was pretentious but understandable. I feel loved is run of the mill and fookin’ classic. But this piece of postgrungial residual bad karma angst? No cigar. Go shag a few groupies, dude, and call me in the morning, ’cause my fence needs some paint.

And tremble for next month’s cut choice, just in time for Saint Valentin’s….. FOBIA!

Que demonios quisieron decir – 1

(Intro del editor:

En esta sección, llamada deliciosamente ¿Qué demonios quisieron decir?, analizamos los más grandes éxitos con letras que definitivamente no tenemos ni suripanta idea que signifiquen. Como aquí somos medio malinchistas y aparte valemonjistas, los comentarios están en español e inglés, asi que si no les gusta, pues…usen el traductor de Babelfish, nooooo?

Como NADIE me mande su foto, les asigné iconitos jocosos de Doctor Who.

love and kisses to your nice looking girlfriends- frilly.)

¿Qué demonios quisieron decir?

Volumen 1: White Town – Your Woman

Ahome:

From: LirSan
To: Whoever sings that.

No, you can´t ever be his woman, in fact, you can´t ever be A WOMAN, YOU’RE A MAN. Get that and you’ll be fine….. aaaaaaaaaand, can you or someone tell me what´s Marx got to do in the middle of a tormentous relationship??????????????????

???????  did you have trouble with the dinner-and-gifts fund???????

Homo Rodans:

Podria haberlo investigado en Wikipedia, o algun otro recurso de la Information Super-Highway. Pero prefiero quedarme con la duda para beneficio de este comentario: es una mujer la cantante de White Town la que dice I COULD NEVER BE YOUR WOMAN? o es un hombre con voz de pitillo? En ambos casos, siempre me he imaginado que es alguien de raza afroamericana usando un despliegue vulgar de maquillaje.

Aun lo recuerdo. La primera vez que la escuche pense “demonios, finalmente alguien tuvo la brillante idea de convertir la Marcha Imperial en un jingle de productos Danone”, pero no, fue algo peor, alguien que ni siquiera sabia que existia la Marcha Imperial se encontro por casualidad con las exactas mismas notas y las convirtio en un one hit wonder de verano.

Mi editor me pide que analice la letra de dicha monstruosidad del pop. Y lo hago. Y me encuentro con que aparentemente trata sobre los quejidos amargos de una mujer despechada ante un hombre lindo que no la cree a ella lo suficientemente linda como para ser su WOMAN. Sera acaso un paralelismo entre Anakin y el Consejo Jedi cuando lo rechazaron multiples veces para formar parte del mismo? Sera acaso un metafora disfrazada del porque los Jedis son celibes? Sera acaso que R2 D2 era el interes romantico de Threepio (Threepia??) al cual rechazo siempre con frases monosilabicas-montonicas. Si duda de estas teorias, solo lea la estrofa siguiente:

Now I know your heart, I know your mind (poderes mentales Jedi!)
You don’t even know you’re being unkind
So much for how your highbrow Marxist ways
Just use me up and then you walk away
Boy you can’t play me that way

(Al final de esta nota cedi a la tentacion y me encontre con que White Town es el proyecto de un solo hombre, hindu, ex-marxista, que vive en Inglaterra, llamado Jyoti Mishra…..so, I guess I was totally wrong about the voice-look match!)

NoisyBishop:

¡Ah caray… de esa ya ni me quería acordar! El video era medio jocoso (pero luego lo confundía con el de Lucas with the lid off de, este, Lucas) y me recordaba las calles extrañas de Polonia, República Checa y Hungría que había visitado ese verano y (EDITADO POR PECAR DE NAVELGAZING. STAY ON TOPIC, TOSSER!- Frill)…. pero bueno, me estoy desviando del tema. Por lo que entiendo del video, es simplemente sobre los roles que tenemos en las relaciones. Si consideramos que el cantante toma que es “la mujer” de la relación, lo esta tomando que él es el abnegado, el que se dejó abatir.

¿Machista? Claro, pero eso fue lo que entendí. Queda más claro en el video: ella esta corre y corre cuando el chavo da el balazo de entrada, se “conocen”, se la lleva a su depa “iiuuuuu!”, la hipnotiza, le quita su “corazón”, pasan por el letrero de “Expectation” y el de “Independence”…híjole, más sutil, ¿no?

Pasa la pérfida, cataplum, problemas. La “chica buena” se embaraza mientras su patético esperpento se va con la movida chueca y pues tiene al bebé y se escapa.

¿La moraleja del video y de la rola? No se dejen.

imightbeelvis:

Dude… just… dude… Thank God the 90’s are very, very far away. It’s as pretentious as some art school video and just as boring. A few questions:

-Do I need a bong to understand this?

-What city is that? Can I go on vacation there and see random people being roped around, Rodeo-style?

-The girl with the baby, quite fit, i would, you know? Can you give me anymore visual aids about her, just to corroborate my idea?

-Is that a real trumpet, a sample or just some crap in a computer? I dig it.

-Yo, NoisyBishop, weren’t you sedated and operated the first time you saw this video?

-Ahome is right: don’t mix communism/socialism/bearded idiots with relationships. It will end in tears, don’t you agree?

Give me Adam and the Ants any days.

FrillyShirtCyberman:

Holy Samurai Pizza Cat watchin’ Jebus!!! To think I bought THAT album. I deserve to hear Kelly Clarkson wailing “SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINCE YOUUU BEEEEN GOOOOONEEEE!” at least for a week. Crap, I think I like that song too. And her. I would, you know? Specially on her “lookit! I’m goth!”. Ah, chubby goth girls, something i can dig, dig?

Anyways, I read all the previous statements by my fellow ranters and I understand something: LAY DOWN THE SUGAR, YOU CRAZY DUDES (and dudette). I haven’t seen so many outta here ideas since my aunt in Tampico decided to steal an ambulance and chase some chavs that were kicking a little cat!

Back on track: okay, I get it that’s it’s a bit about an abusive relationship. But I don’t think it’s the girl making the guy the “battered wife”, but it feels more like the guy singing is what the Battered Wife is thinking at the moment. She’s singing it to the dude with the gun (the guy who cheats on her). So when she says “i can never be your woman”, she means just that: I can’t be with you, I’m taking the baby, have fun with your hand.

End. Of.

By the way, my fekkin’ favourite moment on the video? At the 3:13 mark it just needs a “GET OVEEEER HERE, YOU CNUT!”. You teach the cheating bastard, girl!

Next week… HOOBASTANK!!!!

PS: Guess what? Somebody else commented on this song:

Russel T. Davies – Writer of Who Extraordinaire:

White Town? IT DELIVERS!