På St. Vincents nye plade har en sang taget navn efter en anden sort panter, "Huey Newton", teksten til sangen er mærkelig hård og hårdt mærkelig og virkelig skøn, og udmiddelbart kan jeg ikke gennemskue, hvad den har med Huey Newton at skaffe, bortset fra at hans navn optræder, men så må jeg bare prøve at finde ud af det middelbart:
Feelings
Flashcards
Fake knife
Real ketchup
Cardboard
Cutthroats
Cowboys of information
Pleasure-dot-loathing-dot-Huey-dot-Newton
It was a lonely lonely winter
Fuckless
Pawn sharks
Toothless
But got a big bark
Live children
Blind psychics
Turned online assassins
So Hale-Bopp
Hail Mary
Hail Hagia Sophia
Ooh, it was a lonely lonely winter
Entombed in the shrine
Of zeros and ones, you know
You know
Oh we fatherless features, you motherless creatures, you know
Oh, perpetual lying, always terribly frightening, you know
You know
You got the pop in the hiss
In the city of misfits, you know
Safe, safe, and safest
Faith for the faithless
Oh, dim, dim and dimmer
Sucker for sinners
I'm entombed in the shrine
Of zeros and ones, you know
You know
Oh we fatherless features, you motherless creatures, you know
Hey
Oh, perpetual lying, always terribly frightening, you know
You know
You got the pop in the hiss
In the city of misfits
Oh, safe, safe, and safest
Faith for the faithless
Huey, tronende
St. Vincent med sit nye hår, en slags glacial mars-afro?
I dette afsnit af All songs considered fortælle hun, hvorledes sangen blev til. Det er noget med en drøm...
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Tak, Jonas. Her Annies svar:
SvarSletHILTON: You have a cut on the new record called "Huey Newton." Tell us about that.
CLARK: I was traveling so much last year on tour, and I was prescribed Ambien, which is a sleeping drug, just to help get over jetlag. So I was in a hotel room in Helsinki, and I took a whole Ambien. What happens if you take Ambien and you go to bed is that you sleep like a baby. But if you take it and for some reason can't fall asleep, you just trip — I mean, you straight-up hallucinate. So I was in this hotel room, and I hallucinated that Huey Newton was there with me. And we really bonded; we kind of had a heart-to-heart.
BOILEN: When you're in this thing, when you're having this dream-state conversation with this political activist from the '60s who's now long gone, do you think, "This is a song"? Where's the connection between the event and starting to work on a record?
CLARK: I wrote the words to this song in probably five minutes, in a very feverish sort of state. And it's so stream-of-consciousness. You know when you're online and you go, "I really need to look up the Irish potato famine." And then, next thing you know, you make a pit stop at the Black Plague. And then you're like, "Oh wait, what is Kate Middleton wearing?" And then you're like, "Oh! Huey Newton." It was sort of meant to feel like that.
Og sådan cirka føles det ganske rigtigt!
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