Guld på loftet

Jeg er uhjælpeligt fascineret-hypnotiseret af titlen på og central-metaforen i The Black Keys' sang "Gold on the Ceiling" (video i blogpost nedenfor), som jeg ikke har kunnet lokalisere som en fast amerikansk (død metaforisk) vending; ud over sangen linker en google-søgning til en hjemmeside om vægforsølvning og -forgyldning, gildedplanet.com; her er den pågående studse sangtekst:

Down in the waves
She screams again
Roar at the door
My mind can't take much more
I could never drown

They wanna get my
They wanna get my
Gold on the ceiling
I ain't blind
Just a matter of time
Before you steal it
It's alright
Ain’t no blood in my eye

Clouds covered love's
Barbed-wire fence
Strung up, strung out
I just can't go without
I could never drown

They wanna get my
They wanna get my
Gold on the ceiling
I ain’t blind
Just a matter of time
Before you steal it
It’s alright
Ain’t no blood in my eye