Doctor Doctor what is wrong with me
This supermarket life is getting long
What is the heart life of a colour TV
What is the shelf life of a teenage queen
Ooh western woman
Ooh western girl
News hound sniffs the air
When Jessica Hahn goes down
He latches on to that symbol
Of detachment
Attracted by the peeling away of feeling
The celebrity of the abused shell the belle
Ooh western woman
Ooh western girl
And the children of Melrose
Strut their stuff
Is absolute zero cold enough
And out in the valley warm and clean
The little ones sit by their TV screens
No thoughts to think
No tears to cry
All sucked dry
Down to the very last breath
Bartender what is wrong with me
Why am I so out of breath
The captain said excuse me ma'am
This species has amused itself to death
Amused itself to death
Amused itself to death
We watched the tragedy unfold
We did as we were told
We bought and sold
It was the greatest show on earth
But then it was over
We ohhed and aahed
We drove our racing cars
We ate our last few jars of caviar
And somewhere out there in the stars
A keen-eyed look-out
Spied a flickering light
Our last hurrah
And when they found our shadows
Grouped 'round the TV sets
They ran down every lead
They repeated every test
They checked out all the data on their lists
And then the alien anthropologists
Admitted they were still perplexed
But on eliminating every other reason
For our sad demise
They logged the only explanation left
This species has amused itself to death
No tears to cry
No feelings left
This species has
Amused itself to death
(switch channels)
[Alf Razzell:] "Years later, I saw Bill Hubbard's name on the memorial to the missing at Aras.
And I...when I saw his name I was absolutely transfixed;
it was as though he was now a human being instead of some sort of nightmarish memory
of how I had to leave him, all those years ago.
And I felt relieved, and ever since then I've felt happier about it, because always before,
whenever I thought of him, I said to myself,
'Was there something else that I could have done?'
And that always sort of worried me.
And having seen him, and his name in the register -
as you know in the memorials there's a little safe, there's a register in there with every name -
and seeing his name and his name on the memorial; it sort of lightened my...heart, if you like."
And I...when I saw his name I was absolutely transfixed;
it was as though he was now a human being instead of some sort of nightmarish memory
of how I had to leave him, all those years ago.
And I felt relieved, and ever since then I've felt happier about it, because always before,
whenever I thought of him, I said to myself,
'Was there something else that I could have done?'
And that always sort of worried me.
And having seen him, and his name in the register -
as you know in the memorials there's a little safe, there's a register in there with every name -
and seeing his name and his name on the memorial; it sort of lightened my...heart, if you like."
(woman) "When was it that you saw his name on the memorial?"
"Ah, when I was eighty-seven, that would be a year, ninete...eighty-four, nineteen eighty-four."
(switch channels)
(crickets)
Roger Waters / Amused To Death / lyrics
16 comments:
love it ..love it!!!1hahahahah!!doctor doctor..Whats wrong with me???hahahahahahaha!!
thanx great friend!!xxxxxx
You are the master sorry mistress of this style. It's wonderful. I always enjoy them. Thank you.
Really lovely reflections, great compositions, I really like. Nice pictures.
I like it!
Nice weekend to you!
E foarte interesanta aceasta noua serie pe care ne-o propui, Daliana!
oglindiri ca un joc de puzzle... piesele se potruvesc si se completeaza perfect! superba postare! :)
outstanding pieces of art !
outstanding pieces of art !
Que bien juegas con los reflejos, eres un maestro. Me gusta tu estilo, lo plasmas muy bien en tus fotografías. Saludos y felicitaciones.
Ramón
They give me creeps. Especially the one without eyes. It's like slenderman
I like how you put it in words and images !
i really love your reflection shots!
hope your day is going well.
xx
I am late to arrive (which is not unusual for me), but I am here.
Yes, no doubt you are the ruler of this genre, Daliana, and that these trapped mannequins long for the freedom we mortals all have, but do not seem to realize at times.
I especially like the two photographs with paintings of "influential ladies" in eighteenth century garb in the background. I wonder if they would wish to dress as the mannequins do, and if the mannequins would prefer the lavish splendor of vanished times. Hmmmm ....
Wonderful reflections!!~
This is an exceptional series, Daliana. A wonderful creation, a bit troubling. One cannot help thinking about where we are going, all of us. Both women and men, it' s the species…
Thank you for this.
Roger
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