Friday, February 16, 2007
Cannonball
Raine Maida:
"So there's a song that we, that we recorded when we were, recording all the songs for Clumsy. A song about the Russian circus, a song about the two main trapeze artists. Song about a man who has to make a choice.
"The choice that he has to make is one where every night, he finds himself and his wife, the other main trapeze artist, in an arena like this, staring at each other on opposite ends, way up top on their perch like before they're about to perform. And every night the man, the husband, looks over to his wife and gives her a very sexy kind of 'hello' look.
"And every night, all around the world, she reciprocates this look, says it back in her eyes - except for this one night; this one night where the husband again, seconds about, when they're just about to perform, gives that look - only she's not looking at him, she's got her eyes focused way down in the corner of the... in that corner, sits what's called the 'Human Cannonball'.
"And the husband sees that she's looking at the human cannonball and the human cannonball is looking back up at her. The anxiety starts to build in his head and he starts thinking about the last two minutes, the last two hours, the last two days, the last two weeks, the last two months - and so finally, finally tonight he suffers from what - what you would call enlightenment. And his enlightenment is that he realises his wife's been fucking the human cannonball.
"Well this song Trapeze that I've been telling about is a song based purely on those four seconds the husband now has to decide about whether or not he actually wants to catch his wife tonight."
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We must all have felt that way sometimes. When, you've recently discovered your betrayal, this incredible pressure builds up in your head. If you're the sort, like I am, who feels a sort of clarity - not the logical kind, not mental clarity, mind you; but a sort of short-term emotional clarity that goes like this - oh, I am going to hurt you so bad, I am going to make you pay for doing this to me; then you'll understand what this song is talking about. And if you decide to use those four seconds to make the person pay, well - revenge is amazingly carthatic, the euphoria that you feel when you're soaring through the sky, only to look down and realise you're falling and you think oh fuck I'm going to die.
(No Evelyn, this isn't what you think I'm talking about. My life does not revolve around that one comment.)
Well, what did the trapeze artist husband do? Let's find out from the first stanzaa of the song:
can't believe she fell
the silence was unnerving
the crowd began to yell
was the thought of her returning
so you never knew him well
but you know what you've been seeing
these images of guilt
and the concrete in her hair
so far these lions still need taming
its very sad very sad
no no
she fell very far very far
no no
Can't say I blame him.
"So there's a song that we, that we recorded when we were, recording all the songs for Clumsy. A song about the Russian circus, a song about the two main trapeze artists. Song about a man who has to make a choice.
"The choice that he has to make is one where every night, he finds himself and his wife, the other main trapeze artist, in an arena like this, staring at each other on opposite ends, way up top on their perch like before they're about to perform. And every night the man, the husband, looks over to his wife and gives her a very sexy kind of 'hello' look.
"And every night, all around the world, she reciprocates this look, says it back in her eyes - except for this one night; this one night where the husband again, seconds about, when they're just about to perform, gives that look - only she's not looking at him, she's got her eyes focused way down in the corner of the... in that corner, sits what's called the 'Human Cannonball'.
"And the husband sees that she's looking at the human cannonball and the human cannonball is looking back up at her. The anxiety starts to build in his head and he starts thinking about the last two minutes, the last two hours, the last two days, the last two weeks, the last two months - and so finally, finally tonight he suffers from what - what you would call enlightenment. And his enlightenment is that he realises his wife's been fucking the human cannonball.
"Well this song Trapeze that I've been telling about is a song based purely on those four seconds the husband now has to decide about whether or not he actually wants to catch his wife tonight."
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We must all have felt that way sometimes. When, you've recently discovered your betrayal, this incredible pressure builds up in your head. If you're the sort, like I am, who feels a sort of clarity - not the logical kind, not mental clarity, mind you; but a sort of short-term emotional clarity that goes like this - oh, I am going to hurt you so bad, I am going to make you pay for doing this to me; then you'll understand what this song is talking about. And if you decide to use those four seconds to make the person pay, well - revenge is amazingly carthatic, the euphoria that you feel when you're soaring through the sky, only to look down and realise you're falling and you think oh fuck I'm going to die.
(No Evelyn, this isn't what you think I'm talking about. My life does not revolve around that one comment.)
Well, what did the trapeze artist husband do? Let's find out from the first stanzaa of the song:
can't believe she fell
the silence was unnerving
the crowd began to yell
was the thought of her returning
so you never knew him well
but you know what you've been seeing
these images of guilt
and the concrete in her hair
so far these lions still need taming
its very sad very sad
no no
she fell very far very far
no no
Can't say I blame him.
# posted by me lah @ 11:36 am 
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Yeah I know exactly how that feels man. Even with my parents. Now I finally understand why teens end up killing their family. Only the last bit of rationality held me back. Rage is a really terrible thing. I'm gonna move out of that hell hole as soon as possible. They cant fucking pay for my uni education even if i can make it anyway.
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