Still Moonstruck … Love Crime

This is the first song Siouxsie Sioux made in 8 years (together with Brian Reitzell).
It’s for the final episode “The Wrath of the Lamb” in the 3rd season of NBC’s “Hannibal”.

Something like the opening credits from a Bond movie in reverse, as it was on during the final scene.

It sounds totally crazy but I actually felt a sort of wild joy and relief during that final fight scene. Call me creepy. But it all made sense to me in the end. This was a furious ménage à trois, salvation, deliverance and somehow a “becoming” for all three of them.

For me a perfect ending to the t. And I don’t want a season 4 anymore now. This was a good as it gets.

I hope the song is out soon.


 
Love Crime

Oh, the skies, tumbling from your eyes
So sublime, the chase to end all time
Seasons call and fall, from grace and uniform
Anatomical and metaphysical

Oh, the dye
A blood red setting sun
Rushing through my veins
Burning up my skin

I will survive, live and thrive
Win this deadly game
Love crime
Love crime
I will survive, live and thrive
I will survive, I will survive
I will

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Is my muse actually “completely different”?

I just heard this older song from Lindenberg and Delay on the radio. While listening to their – even for native german speakers often incomprehensible – mumblings, I thought about alternate egos and about not behaving like one’s true self. The videoclip I just found is playing around that: a guy is desperately trying to get into the club where they’re performing the song. He’s putting on various disguises but never gets past the bouncer until the very end.

I think everybody who reaches out to the public – be it through art, politics or just by writing a blog – is creating some sort of “public persona(s)” for him/herself. But if this is really helping one’s cause remains to be seen. In some RA-fanblogs there are ongoing discussions about what his “true self” might be. While this will probably never be disclosed, I put some effort into translating this rock song, so that english speakers might have some fun with it too – here you go:


Eigentlich bin ich ganz anders
actually I’m completely different

ich komm’ nur viel zu selten dazu
but I can’t act like myself very often

Du machst hier grad’ mit einem Bekanntschaft
you’re making the acquaintance of someone

den ich genauso wenig kenne wie du
I know just as little as you

Ich hab’ so viel’ Termine
I have so many appointments

in der Disco, vor Gericht und bei der Bank
in the disco, at court and at the bank

Da schick’ ich einfach meine Vize-Egos
I’m sending my vice-egos there

und das wahre ich bleibt lieber im Schrank
my true self prefers to hang out in the closet

Ich bin gar nicht der Typ,
I’m not at all the guy

den jeder in mir sieht
everyone believes me to be

und das werd’ ich euch bei Zeiten
and there’ll be a time

auch alles noch beweisen
when I’m going to prove that to you

Eigentlich bin ich ganz anders
actually I’m completely different

ich komm’ nur viel zu selten dazu
but I can’t act like myself very often

Du machst hier grad’ mit einem Bekanntschaft
you’re making the acquaintance of someone

den ich genauso wenig kenne wie du
I know just as little as you

Du hast bestimmt ‘n falsches Bild von mir
You’ve surely got a wrong impression of me

sowas wie ‘n echten Kujau
like a true Keating

Es tut mir leid, da kann ich nix dafür
I’m sorry but I can’t help it

denn mein eigentliches Ich ist im Urlaub
my true self is on a holiday

Ich bin gar nicht der Typ,
I’m not at all the guy

den jeder in mir sieht
everyone believes me to be

und das werd’ ich euch bei Zeiten
and there’ll be a time

auch alles noch beweisen
when I’m going to prove that to you

Eigentlich bin ich ganz anders
actually I’m completely different

ich komm’ nur viel zu selten dazu
but I can’t act like myself very often

Du machst hier grad’ mit einem Bekanntschaft
you’re making the acquaintance of someone

den ich genauso wenig kenne wie du
I know just as little as you

Zum Schluss, da hätt’ ich noch ‘ne Frage
Finally I’ve got one question

Wieso packt ihr alles, was ich sage
why do you take everything I say

immer auf die Goldwaage –
always way too serious –

Das find’ ich voll schade
that’s such a shame

• play it again Sam • RAw musings BLAME IT ON THE MUSE SIGHT SOUND & TASTE

The tale of the little smoking Thorin card and the fair maiden who looked back at him

This tale appeared in 8 parts on my tumblr from the end of may 2015, while the little smoking Thorin card travelled from Canada to Germany – here now for the first time in its completed form 😉

The Awakening
Once upon a time in a land far far away, a stack of trading cards sat on a desk, waiting to be signed. The actor who showed up to do the deed was in a bit of a silly mood that day, he even bit one of the cards taking a selfie with it, wondering “where ere be they found?”.thetweet

At one point his goofiness got the better of him and he gave in to the feeling that the one thing moody looking Thorin might have craved for all along would’ve been a smoke. So he drew a ciggy and some smoke clouds on the face of the last little Thorin card. What he wasn’t aware of, was the fact that in doing so, he had worked some powerful chaos magic and thus the little card came to life.
And it was enjoying it tremendously: not only was he now looking different than the other cards, he was also having a really good smoke! This made the little card very proud and happy and it too, started to wonder where its journey might take it …

Gloomy Expectations
Crammed into a small pack with other cards, the little Thorin card then waited patiently in the dark for a very long time. But on some days he wished he wasn’t alive at all … the dead eyes of a Thranduil card were mindlessly staring into his back and right before him was a breathtakingly pretty but sadly equally lifeless Tauriel card. Crap.smokingThorin
Would his whole life be like this? Maybe he would end up with a serious collector and buried alive inside a binder for all eternity? Or have some angry kids fighting about him and maybe tearing him apart in the process? The little card shuddered.
But in that exact moment suddenly the light came back – someone had opened up his pack! His little card’s heart skipped a beat as he looked up into a very happy face. He heard his liberator whistling and shouting “Woah look, there’s an extra drawing on that Thorin! You’ll get me a lot of bucks little buddy!” … and his stomach turned – oh no! – he had fallen into the hands of a merciless merchant!

A Fair Maiden
Later on that same day – almost 4000 miles away – a fair maiden was checking her twitter account. Suddenly a commentary from someone she was following caught her eye “Armitage inflation: This is the most I’ve seen a signature card offered for yet” … after taking a look at the price tag of the small picture she found herself thinking “400 dollars or ‘best offer’? The world has officially gone mad”.
servetustweetShe followed the link to get to see the whole picture anyway and there it was: a little Thorin card – who was actually smoking a cigarette and … what was that? She had to rub her eyes and look again: there was no mistake – the card seemed to be rather alive and had now even winked at her twice!
“What the f…?” she thought rather unmaidenly and then she suddenly realized: “Oh no! He had fallen into the hands of a merciless merchant! Someone must help him, or he’ll end up buried alive in a serious collector’s binder for all eternity.”

The Duel
So the fair maiden decided to try and save the little Thorin card – on her own conditions. She set up an ebay account and made the merciless merchant an offer – she hoped – he couldn’t refuse.
ebay2But as he was not only merciless but also very suspicious he told her “Your offer is good but not your feedback for me to accept it!”. So she told him that she was a fair maiden with a pure soul and an all in all totally reliable person, but he kept pestering her – surely Pink Floyd’s “Money” was his favourite song …
So the fair maiden had to stand up to the merciless merchant and virtually wield her magically Visa card to make her point crystal clear. After that he finally gave in and their whole deal even got the ebay fairy’s blessing, who covered for the shipping costs with a 10 dollar promotion code.
Now only one question remained: could the fair maiden trust the merciless merchant?

Not all who wander are lost
The little Thorin card was now on its own for the first time in his life. Travelling in a padded envelope – in the dark again *sigh* – he thought about the face he had seen briefly through the merciless merchants computer screen before he had been all packed up once again: a fair maiden with laughing green eyes and a somewhat stubborn streak. Not bad, he had thought and before he knew it, he had winked at her – twice.
oneway“Since when are we that flirty, eh?” he asked himself for the gazillionth time. The strange thing was, that he somehow felt, that she had really looked back at him. So maybe it was for the best. She didn’t seemed to be the type who would put him away in a dark safe place once she got him and that was the important thing.
“Now why is this taking so long? Where on earth is this wench living? Beyond the mountains with the seven dwarfs?” … he giggled and took a deep drag.

Interlude
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A little “Krautbashing“
“Your item departed a transfer airport in Frankfurt, GERMANY on May 23, 2015 at 7:32 am. The item is currently in transit to the destination.” while the fair maiden kept tracking the little Thorin card’s long journey, itself was completely unaware of its whereabouts.
tracking Suddenly he heard strange voices shouting “Achtung! Achtung!” … this wasn’t sounding like English anymore. The little Thorin card was a little bewildered at first, but then the penny dropped “Holy sh**! It’s the Krauts! They always say ‘Achtung!’ … o.k. Thorin, seems it’s ‘Don’t mention the war!’ from now on.” he thought.

tracking1And then it got very still. “Hey, what’s happening now?” Why am I not moving any longer?” he wondered and a slight feeling of panic arose in his guts “Did I get lost? Hellooo? Anybody?” … uh oh … poor little Thorin card had no clue that he’d arrived just before the long Pentecote bank holiday weekend and would now have to wait for three more days to reach his final destination …

wibbly wobbly timey wimey
From a small town in eastern Canada, his long journey had brought the little Thorin card to a small town in southern Germany – and he couldn’t believe his luck! The fair maiden who had saved him from the merciless merchant had indeed realized, that he was alive and told him upon his arrival that she had a great surprise for him and he should go and have a close look around his new home …
smokingthorinMAIL It took him not long to spot the Tardis in the cupboard! This was the very thing! Now the little Thorin card was able to travel to all the places he’d always dreamt to visit! In the evenings he promised to join the fair maiden for her guilty-pleasure-once-a-day-smoke under the linden tree in the garden and tell her of his adventures in time and space.tardis
Sometimes she would read to him from strange German books and she always teased him endlessly by holding her wineglass under his nose. “Elbling” (Elveling) of all sorts! He wondered if he could somehow convince her to go and meet up with that actor, so he might draw a wineglass for him too?
But that’s another story and will be told another time 😉

The End.
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