You wouldn’t be seeing this video without Wikileaks. This is what the US propaganda machine wants to keep away from your sensitive eyes: the slaughter of innocents by US forces.
Those 1.2 million dead Iraqis – who did you think killed them? Car-bombers? “Sectarian” clashes? Or perhaps the most powerful and predatory military superpower in the world today.
This may be a good time to also visit So, Why is Wikileaks a Good Thing Again?
Snow has flumped across the UK and yesterday it cosied up to Derby. I nearly crashed three times while I was driving home from the hospital last night.
This morning, I looked out and everything in my garden appeared to be wearing white, velvety top hats. As much as I hate the snow for leading to me falling over and breaking bones that I would rather remain intact, I have to admit it’s very pretty.
So, I put on my wellies and took a walk to get some snaps of it. At first, I could hear a lot of people around, in the wood. Kids snowballing, adults muttering, the shriek of someone getting snow shoved down their top. But once I got out into the middle of the field, that all faded away.
It was quite possible to believe I was entirely on my own. Really, I was. I kept walking and walking, the snow powdery and fine around my legs, wind drifting white hazes across the landscape.
I lost myself. The snow was deep, starting to come over the top of my wellies. It was so bright around me, so dazzling that I found it hard to remember my problems. I felt calm. I wanted to lie down in the snow and pull it over my head like a duvet. I wanted the peace and serenity of just falling asleep in that cold.
But then a golden retriever bounded past me, laughing and swearing as all dogs do. As she ran back to her owner, she stuck her head down into the thick snow, imitation snow plough powered by Bonios. The dog’s absolute, wonderful stupidity jogged me out of my emo reverie. How brilliant is that dog? Here’s me, moping through a field, when I should be running through it snout first, huffing snow like a banker in a whorehouse.
Click any of the pics for more and see if you can spot my Zen Master dog. 🙂
Words = shit,
Words mean nothing,
Words != truth or now or what you feel,
Or what you will feel.
They’re easy and common,
Thrown around bedrooms,
Battered by misuse,
Until they bleed to death.
Hopeful even as they’re
Strangled by phones.
Their meaning beaten out of them
By their careless employers,
I love you.
I’ll never leave you.
You’re so important to me.
I can’t live without you.
I can’t imagine not knowing you.
We’ll always be friends.
I want to grow old with you.
Words = shit,
Words = shit,
Words = shit.
Tonight, my mate Kell came round and we had a chance to explore the lighting I used on the video for ‘Cut Out My Heart’ in stills. Click the pic to see more!
I think I’m really going to miss sodium lighting when it’s all been replaced by the modern, white light equivalents. I love the huge colour of sodium, the way it leaks through branches and the way it creates a fiery backdrop of light.
You’re glowing blue again,
Neon orgone, basking, stretching,
And every atom
Of every molecule
Of every cell
Although his kisses are still on you,
I know you want to be here,
Little death, swearing, running,
Tearing through clothes,
Tearing through skin,
Until we are naked.
Bone grating on bone,
Sweat and tears and blood and fuck
Hello! Although I’ve been doing a lot of moping and licking my wounds, I’ve also been busy with music. And video! Check out what I’ve been up to:
I shot the vid on my lovely 5Dmk 2 and finished the edit (in iMovie) this Monday night, around 3.30am. So, it’s hot off the… er… Mac Pro?
The song pretty much sums up where I am now, it’s a snapshot of my emoness, I’ve just snuggled that negativity in quite an upbeat-sounding wrapper. It’s from my new album which should be coming out some time in early ’11.
Thanks to Kelly and Nat for agreeing to star in it and braving the cold!