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Walter White: Last of the Famous International Playboys

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I’m the one who knocks …out fan tribute videos to practice editing!

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Made this when I got new video software. My tribute to Walter White, and our association of violence and sexy. By the way I have a YouTube channel! Check it out!

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Jessica Lakis

My fan music video tribute honoring the best of the worst exploits of Walter White –  the last of the famous international playboys.

Violence has its own sex appeal.

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We’ll Let You Know

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Oh, but only if, you’re really interested.

Finally sharing thoughts on the Election:

“How sad are we?
And how sad have we been?
We’ll let you know
We’ll let you know
Oh, but only if, you’re really interested”

I’m tired. And sick. Far more than disappointed. I’ll spell out my weakness for anyone who’d like to take a stab, why should I care? That is precisely how life has always worked, and I don’t see why I ought to have expected differently anymore.

A female President? The kid who yelled “faggot” in school. That’s the President of life. He always was.

I was thinking of Oscar Wilde. That is how we live again now. Hide your fear with a quip. Bury your love deep from jealous hands. Hide your soul. Live inside.

That’s how it’s always been. The kind people are tired. The tired must do for themselves. The gentle bow til they break. And we sensitive faggots, well, we know how to take the punches, until we can’t.

 

“You wonder how
We’ve stayed alive ’till now
We’ll let you know
We’ll let you know
But only if, you’re really interested”

– Morrissey, Your Arsenal, 1992

Click to listen to the song: We’ll Let You Know

 

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My Life Down

 

 

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…I shall lie

I’ve been preoccupied with the loss, care and protection of innocence lately. It’s not time the tale were told here, but I’ve found a lot of comfort in spending time with my cousins, and in music. So I thought I’d dedicate this song to all of us.

Morrissey often mourns the loss of innocence and desires to protect it, and the theme informs much of his work, especially with The Smiths. Below is one of my favorites. A lullaby for the child he once was, the innocence he once possessed and lost, but also a wish — fervently expressed — to save a another from the pain he knew. Sung to the jangling chime of guitar with the sonorous cello of his voice.

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“The Hand That Rocks The Cradle”

Please don’t cry
For the ghost and the storm outside
Will not invade this sacred shrine
Nor infiltrate your mind
My life down I shall lie
If the bogey-man should try
To play tricks on your sacred mind
To tease, torment, and tantalise
Wavering shadows loom
A piano plays in an empty room
There’ll be blood on the cleaver tonight
And when darknesss lifts and the room is bright
I’ll still be by your side
For you are all that matters
And I’ll love you to till the day I die
There never need be longing in your eyes
As long as the hand that rocks the cradle is mine
Ceiling shadows shimmy by
And when the wardrobe towers like a beast of prey
There’s sadness in your beautiful eyes
Oh, your untouched, unsoiled, wonderous eyes
My life down I shall lie
Should restless spirits try
To play tricks on your sacred mind
I once had a child, and it saved my life
And I never even asked his name
I just looked into his wondrous eyes
And said: “never never never again”
And all too soon I did return
Just like a moth to a flame
So rattle my bones all over the stones
I’m only a beggar-man whom nobody owns
Oh, see how words as old as sin
Fit me like a glove
I’m here and here I’ll stay
Together we lie, together we pray
There never need be longing in your eyes
As long as the hand that rocks the cradle is mine
As long as the hand that rocks the cradle is mine
Mine
Climb up on my knee, sonny boy
Although you’re only three, sonny boy
You’re – you’re mine
And your mother she just never knew
Oh, your mother…
As long… as long… as long
I did my best for her
I did my best for her
As long… as long… as long as… as long
I did my best for her
I did my best for her
Oh…
From The Smiths, The Smiths, 1984
Photo credit: Nelleke Stallings, 2016

Miserable Lie

 

 

The Smits, Louder Than Bombs

 …love is just a…

Came across this: Morrisey’s 10 Best Lyrics on Twitter for #worldpoetryday. Just ten? Really. So I’m just going to type out the lyrics to Miserable Lie from the album sleeve here. Of course, I suggest listening to it as well, if you want to see why this song is great. Remember taking walks in your crappy town, dragging your feet, remember when people’s “rooms” were somewhere safe? All that’s gone but this still happens.

Miserable Lie, The Smiths, 1984

So, goodbye
Please stay with your own kind
and I'll stay with mine

There's something against us
it's not time
So, goodbye

I know I need hardly say
how much I love your casual way
but please put your tongue away
a little higher and we're well away
the dark nights are drawing in
and your humour is as black as them
I look at yours, you laugh at mine
and "love" is just a miserable lie
you have destroyed my flower-like life
not once -- but twice
you have corrupt my innocent mind
not once -- but twice
I know the wind-swept mystical air
it means: I'd like to see your underwear
I recognize that mystical air
it means: I'd like to seize your underwear
what do we get for our trouble and pain?
just a rented room in the Whalley Range
into the depth of the criminal world
I followed her. . .

I need advice, I need advice
because nobody ever looks at me twice

I'm just a country-mile behind 
the world

so take me when you go.

 


The Walking Dead: This Charming Man

I’m just as psyched as anyone to see how Tasha Yar will manage to die in the upcoming fifth season of The Walking Dead. But before we move on to new foes and friends (and their respective deaths), I felt compelled to look back on the smooth-talkingest, rock-star bad guy to grace the show. I refer, of course, to Philip Blake, aka The Governor, aka Brian Heriot, portrayed by David Morrissey. Like Bill Clinton, I’d have voted that guy into office for life. But, if The Walking Dead teaches us anything, it’s that all life is change and suffering. Actually, that’s Buddhism, but you get my point.

 

And, to answer the age-old question of how many talented, British men with great hair named Morrissey does it take to make a Walking Dead tribute video, the answer is two.

Enjoy!


Trouble Loves Robocop: Bullets, Breaking Glass & Falling

 

Because the internet would not be complete without a video containing all of the breaking glass, extended death scenes, explosions and epic falls in the original Paul Verhoeven masterpiece Robocop, starring the inimitable Peter Weller.

There’s some story in there, too.

And I set it to Morrissey. Don’t like Moz? Make your own Robocop tribute.

 

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