Didn’t have a chance to blog yesterday, but here is the Laurie Anderson Saturday video post – one day late.
To make it up to you, I’ll post the one that – overall – meant the most to me. This is what happens when Laurie Anderson is exposed to William Burroughs….
Language Is A Virus
Paradise
Is exactly like
Where you are right now
Only much… much…
Better.
I saw this guy on the train
And he seemed to gave gotten stuck
In one of those abstract trances.
And he was going: “ooahh…ooahh…ooaughh…”
And Fred said:
“I think he’s in some kind of pain.
I think it’s a pain cry.”
And I said: “Pain cry?
Then language is a virus.”
Language! It’s a virus! ooo..oo
Language! It’s a virus! ooo…oo
Well I was talking to a friend
And I was saying:
I wanted you.
And I was looking for you.
But I couldn’t find you. I couldn’t find you…
And he said: Hey!
Are you talking to me?
Or are you just practicing
For one of those performances of yours?
Huh?
Language! It’s a virus! ooo..oo
Language! It’s a virus! ooo..oo
He said: I had to write that letter to your mother.
And I had to tell the judge that it was you. (It’s a charm. It’s a job)
And I had to sell the car and go to Florida
Because that’s just my way of saying
That I love you. And I
Had to call you at the crack of dawn (Why?)
And list the times that I’ve been wrong.
Cause that’s just my way of saying
That I’m sorry. (It’s a job.) Sorry?
Language! It’s a virus! ooo..oo
Language! It’s a virus! ooo..oo
Paradise
Is exactly like
Where you are right now
Only much… much…
Better. (It’s a shipwreck. It’s a job.)
You know, I don’t believe there’s such
a thing as TV. I mean -
They just keep showing
The same pictures
over and over.
And when they talk
they just make sounds
That more or less
Synch up
with their lips.
That’s what I think!
Language! It’s a virus! ooo..oo
Language! It’s a virus! ooo..oo
Language! It’s a virus! ooo..oo
Well I dreamed there was an island
That rose up from the sea.
And everybody on the island
Was somebody from TV.
And there was a beautiful view
But nobody could see.
Cause everybody on the island
Was screaming: Look at me! Look at me!
Look at me! Look at me!
Because they all lived on an island
That rose up from the sea.
And everybody on the island
Was somebody from TV.
And there was a beautiful view
But nobody could see.
Cause everybody on the island
Was saying: Look at me! Look at me! Look at me!
Look at me! Look at me! Why?
Paradise is exactly like
Where you are right now
Only much… much…
better.
