I wish I could eat the salt off
Of your lost faded lips
We can cap the old times
Make playing only logical harm
We can cap the old lines
Make playing that nothing else will change
But she can read, she can read, she can read
She can read, she's bad
She can read, she can read
She can read, she's bad
Oh, she's bad
But it's different now that I'm poor and aging
I'll never see this face again
You go stabbing yourself in the neck
And we can find new ways of living
Make playing only logical harm
And we can top the old times
Clay making that nothing else will change
But she can read, she can read, she can read
She can read, she's bad
She can read, she can read
She can, read she's bad
Oh, she's bad
It's different now that I'm poor and aging
I'll never see this place again
You go stabbing yourself in the neck
But it's different now that I'm poor and aging
I'll never see this place again
And you go stabbing yourself in the neck
It's in the way that she posed
It's in the things that she puts in my head
Her stories are boring and stuff
She's always calling my bluff
She puts, oh, she puts the weights into my little heart
And she gets in my room and she takes it apart
She puts the weights into my little heart
I said, she puts the weights into my little heart
She packs it away
She packs it away
She packs it away
She packs it away
She packs it away
She packs it away
She packs it away
It's in the way that she walks
Her Heaven is never enough
She puts the weights in my heart
She puts, oh, she puts the weights into my little heart
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I remember hearing this for the first time and my soul ascended
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Been working on drawing human bodies more, figured i would inevitably have to try my hand at that since getting better at that means getting better at drawing in general!
So far this is my favorite attempt, it’s a tad bit risqué but it’s also important to me in a weird way. Idealizing what i maybe could have looked like or something like that (i want big natties) and one of my favorite interpol lyrics from obstacle 1.
I particularly like how the head came out :)
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But it's different now that I'm poor and aging
I'll never see this face again
You go stabbing yourself in the neck
And we can find new ways of living
Make playing only logical harm
And we can top the old times
Claim-making that nothing else will change
✯ Obstacle 1, Interpol
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But it's different now that I'm poor and aging / I'll never see this face again / You go stabbing yourself in the neck
Obstacle 1, Interpol
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Some images from Obstacle 1 music video to point out symbolism.
1. There is an exit sign behind the woman wearing leather boots and a fur coat. She seems like ready to leave the building. But the music played by the band in another part of this unidentified building of rather cold and clinical vibe, forces her to enter a specific space in the building rather than leave it altogether. Notice the image on the wall depicting two zebras. The color of her outfit and hair corresponds with the color of the animals and when she takes her coat of, she even reveals a striped shirt. Not black and white, but a red and white corresponding to the background of the image.
2. - 3. She starts to dance like she is in a trance of somekind and is captivated by the force and words expressed in the music. The space she enters is made out of wood and has some warm yellow light in it. The space stands out being more intimate and warm than the rest of the building. It is like she still has, or the other protagonist wants to force her back to, imagine, to taste the warmth and electricity of their relationship once more before ending it and leaving the now unintimate, cold lighted, clinical, lofty, empty, white washed surroundings corresponding to what the relationship has now become and thus ended. Notice another reference to wild animals: there are wild big feline cat heads next to her and her pants are like she has been attacked. Makes my mind trip to OLTA art work and wild animal symbolism in Interpol’s lyrics in general representing deep, instictive and powerful forces at work in love relationships. Potential of hurt/hurting, hunter/game .
4. There are wires. Everywhere. It enforces the idea of emotional and sexual connections running throughout the building - the relationship. She is dancing on wires connected with the wires in the room where the band is playing. The band playes in a cold, vast space, telling of cold or violent feelings. When the glass of water (with ice cubes - cold, violent, resenting emotions) is made fall by a wire connected to Paul’s guitar, Sam hitting the drum in the moment when the glass starts to fall, Carlos sliding the bass right when the water starts to fall on to the other room level and Daniel making moves that resemble the moves of the woman - all these bring about a feeling of intense connection, hypnosis, a sense of electrifying force (emotional-sexual relations) and its lethal coupling with broken glass of water (broken heart, bitter, desperate, yearning, violent, controlling emotions, frustration).
5. Captivated by the music she does not notice the water until it is too late. She dies when the other protagonists emotions (water) reach the wires underneath her feet. Just few moment before, Paul slides his hand tenderly and sensually along the mic stand, revealing still deep seated feelings towards the lost love who broke his heart. It reveals the other protagonist’s vulnerability hidden behind the now seemingly cold, controlling and aggressive exterior (which the whole band actually symbolises or is an expression of).
6. At the end we see a reflection in the water resembling the scene in the first picture but now she is standing her back to the camera and suggesting she is actually leaving the building. The thing we just saw happening to her happened just in the imagination of the mind of the other protagonist filled with mixed feelings of hurt, longing, love, bitterness and denial.
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But it's different now that I'm poor and aging
I'll never see this face again
You go stabbing yourself in the neck
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Was supposedly listening to El-P but Interpol is playing now for some reason
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and you go stabbing. yourself. in. the neck
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