Τετάρτη 16 Νοεμβρίου 2005

cum in your hair and your dick is hanging out

you have cum in your hair and your dick is hanging out...
κατεβατά ολόκληρα για το τραγούδι του will oldham!
απόψε ψάχνοντας να βρω τους στίχους [που σε πρώτη ανάγνωση δε λένε σχεδόν τίποτα!] έπεσα πάνω σε ένα σωρό sites που αναλύουν τα κομμάτια του oldham. Ειδικά ΑΥΤΟ το κομμάτι.
The excessiveness of the title is in clear contrast to the song’s extreme desolateness. On first listen, it is a delicate broken-hearted love song (it reminds me of Philip Larkin’s late poem ‘Love Again’). The drum-machine adds a beat every three seconds, confirming the atmosphere. Here’s it is in full (and the words haven’t been mis-typed either):
"Head start on the frog on the deer and the dog
the things we true were taught loyal torn from our hearts;
it’s now so soft underfoot we sleep more than we sleep
if god could make me cry I’d run along the water
she won’t come; I’ll be gone she won’t come; I’ll be gone
play with it while you have hands a desperate lack of demands
I can’t offer a thing better than dying, so take it!
scrap the outfit and hand me the keys to your car
if I leave before it is light I’ll be around when you are
she won’t come; I’ll be gone she won’t come; I’ll be gone"
It is perhaps bad form to wonder for too long about what it all means. Like all songs, a lot has to do with how it’s sung and against what music. But what is clear is the presence of the stillness of midnight; as if you’re listening to the desperate words of a troubled, not to say sticky insomniac. This leads many admirers to talk about Oldham’s empathetic imagination. One writes "you're not just listening to words and a guitar, you're experiencing [his] honest feelings." Yet ‘honesty’ doesn’t seem right. It’s not ‘this is the real me’ honesty of the cringeworthy ‘confessional’ singer-songwriter.
The words from 'You have cum ...' maybe deeply felt but they are also impersonal. There are three ‘we’s before a ‘me’ appears. Is this the tyrannical darkness of the collective unconscious pressing on the existential loneliness of the one with cum in his hair? Probably. Cum is, after all, where the male is exposed to evolutionary time. It’s where the animal emerges, subject to special history. Despite this, we know we have ‘a headstart on the frog’. Our head gives us a start. The song’s desolateness, therefore, is not about the sufferings of an individual as himself, so much as his difficulty in being at all. The ‘I’ of the song is only a possibility set against harsh reality. Will Oldham’s ‘honesty’ then is the clarity of his exile. The various names he adopts is a natural off-shoot of this.

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heimkurst είπε...

αχ-αυτό-το-τραγούδι..