Suedes cirkusmetafor

- fra "Pantomime Horses", lettere obskur henvisning, men hørte den pludselig!:

Verse 2]
I was conned by a circus hand
Tragic as the son of a superman
"I would die for the stars," she said
This is what I get for my beautiful head

[Chorus]
Well, did you ever?
Did you ever go round with them?
Well, did you ever?
Did you ever go round the bend?

Well, did you ever?
Did you ever go round with them?
Well, did you ever?
Did you ever go round the bend?

[Bridge / Outro]
Ever tried it that way?
Have you ever tried it that way?
Have you ever tried it that way?

(WIKI: A pantomime horse is a theatrical representation of a horse or other quadruped by two actors in a single costume who cooperate and synchronize their movements.)

Walter Whites poetik

vs. Stidsen, pro Hede:

I simply respect the chemistry -
the chemistry must be respected.
(derfor kan man ikke lade dilettanter køre meth-laboratoriet)

(Suede:
Class A, Class B
is that the only chemistry?
Nej! nemlig ikke) 

Halvkvædet identitet er halvopspædet integritet

De nye plader med

halvgammelgrupperne Suede og Black Rebel Motorcycle Club,

netop gennemhørt, mens jeg anmeldte Nordbrandt-samtalebog (bare for ar genere ham, Henrik N: "Jeg kan fx slet ikke tåle lyden af en elektrisk guitar. det er helt ligegyldigt, om den, der spiller, er virkelig dygtig. En elektrisk guitar er for mig et torturinstrument. Det er en hæslig lyd, der gør mig nervøs. Det er som en skalpel, der går ind og piller ved en eller anden nerve på en meget ubehagelig måde")

lyder (inkl. deres titler, Bloodsports og Specter at the Feast) med  som

Suede"

og

Black Rebel Motorcycle Club"

(og netop ikke som "Suede" eller "Suede og "Black Rebel Motorcycle Club" eller "Black Rebel Motorcycle Club - Suede og Black Rebel Motorcycle Club kunne de vel kun lyde som, hvis de slet ikke lød som sig selv i nogen umiskendelighed ... (ligesom Henrik Nordbrandt i 9 ud af 10 digte lyder som "Henrik Nordbrandt" eller Henrik Nordbrandt" eller "Henrik Nordbrandt og i samtalebogen som ""Henrik Nordbrandt""" undtagen når han taler om sin elskede, lille datter, så lyder han pludselig som rent faktisk Henrik Nordbrandt!).

Parentes i en fortsat nynnen

Glimrende koncerter med Editors, The Vaccines, Interpol, Band of Horses og fantastisk koncert med Suede - Brett totalt ustyrligt show-monster! (og "New Generation" sang han kun for mig, vil jeg lige gøre opmærksom på)) - til Northside Festival (pixi-Roskilde) i Århus, men i forhold til musikken i mit hoved bare en parentes i den fortsatte nynnen med på Arctic Monkeys nye, formidabelt nynnelige cd, Suck It And See, og lige nu nynner jeg især afslutningsnummeret "That's Where You're Wrong", et cheeky, selvpunkterende memento mori; Arctic Monkeys spiller på Roskilde, heldigvis, midt i en ny nynnen, sandsynligvis:

She looks as if she's blowing a kiss at me
And suddenly the sky is a scissor
Sitting on the floor with a tambourine
Crushing up a bundle of love
Don't take it so personally
You're not the only one
That time's got it in for honey
That's where you're wrong

Hun ser ud som hun sender mig et kys
Og pludselig er himlen en saks
Sidder på gulvet med en tamburin
Pulveriserer en bunke af kærlighed
Tag det ikke så personligt
Du er ikke den eneste,
som tiden har i sigtekornet skat
Det er dér du tager fejl

Jeg kunne være den stepdanser i aften i Århus

(fra interview med Brett Anderson og Matt Osman fra Suede om hovedværket Dog Man Star, 1994, i det nye nummer af NME):

Did you try anything out that didn't work?

B: Yes. It wasn't our idea, it was Ed's [Buller, producer]. For the song 'The 2 of Us' he wanted a tap dancer to play, instead of drums. And guess what, it sounded like absolute shit.

M: It sounded like a tap dancer.

Anmeldernes vredt klynkende, lille offersang

Well the church bells are calling
Police cars on fire
And as they call you to the eye of the storm
All the people say "Stay at home tonight"

I say we are the pigs, we are the swine
We are the stars of the fire, the firing line

And as the smack cracks at your window
You wake up with a gun in your mouth
Oh let the nuclear wind blow away my sins
And I'll stay at home in my house

I say, we are the pigs
We are the swine
We are the stars of the fire, of the firing line

We are the pigs, we are the swine
We are the stars of the firing

But deceit can't save you so
Oh oh oh oh
We all watch them burn

Oh oh oh oh
We alle watch them burn
Oh oh oh oh
We all watch them burn
Oh oh oh oh
We all watch them burn

We all watch them
We all watch them
We all watch them burn
Watch them burn

[børnekor gentager sinistert de sidste 5 linjer]

- nemlig Suede's "We Are The Pigs"

Forfatternes vredt klynkende, lille offersang

Well the church bells are calling
Police cars on fire
And as they call you to the eye of the storm
All the people say "Stay at home tonight"

I say we are the pigs, we are the swine
We are the stars of the fire, the firing line

And as the smack cracks at your window
You wake up with a gun in your mouth
Oh let the nuclear wind blow away my sins
And I'll stay at home in my house

I say, we are the pigs
We are the swine
We are the stars of the fire, of the firing line

We are the pigs, we are the swine
We are the stars of the firing

But deceit can't save you so
Oh oh oh oh
We all watch them burn

Oh oh oh oh
We alle watch them burn
Oh oh oh oh
We all watch them burn
Oh oh oh oh
We all watch them burn

We all watch them
We all watch them
We all watch them burn
Watch them burn

[børnekor gentager sinistert de sidste 5 linjer]

- nemlig Suede's "We Are The Pigs"