Cabin Fever: Beneath the Skin ' Filminin Konusu : Cabin Fever: Beneath the Skin is a video starring Arie Verveen, Evan Astrowsky, and Angelo Badalamenti. A behind the scenes look at the making of Eli Roth's film Cabin Fever.
Cabin Fever(2015)(6,7-28)
Cabin Fever: Family Friendly Version(2004)(6,3-75)
Cabin Fever(2003)(5,7-71891)
Cabin Fever: Patient Zero(2014)(4,4-6683)
Cabin Fever 2: Spring Fever(2009)(4,3-11985)
Cabin Fever(2016)(3,7-7650)
joanna newsom'dan tarifi mümkün olmayan, nefis şarkı-masal. ayrıca çok acaip güzel bir finali var. şarkının son üç dakikası böyle kendi başına ayrı bir şarkı gibi, değil gibi. bilemedim.and there was a booming above youthat night, black airplanes flew over the seaand they were lowing and shifting likebeached whalesshelled snailsas you strained and you squinted to seethe retreat of their hairless and blind cavalryyou froze in your sand shoalprayed for your poor soulsky was a bread roll, soaking in a milk-bowland when the bread broke, fell in bricks of wet smokemy sleeping heart woke, and my waking heart spokethen there was a silence you took to mean something:mean, run, singfor alive you will evermore beand the plague of the greasy black engines a-skulkin'has gone eastwhile you're left to explain them to mereleased from their hairless and blind cavalrywith your hands in your pockets, stubbily runningto where i'm unfresh, undressed and yawningwell, what is this craziness? this crazy talking?you caught some small death when you were sleepwalkingit was a dark dream, darlin', it's overthe firebreather is beneath the cloverbeneath his breathing there is cold clay, forevera toothless hound-dog choking on a featherbut i took my fishingpole (fearing your fever)down to the swimminghole, where there grows bitter herbthat blooms but one day a year by the riverside - i'd bring it here:apply it gentlyto the love you've lent mewhile the river was twisting and braiding, the bait bobbedand the string sobbed, as it cut through the hustling breezeand i watched how the water was kneading so neatlygone treaclynearly slowed to a stop in this heat- frenzy coiling flush along the muscles beneathpress on me: we are restless thingswebs of seaweed are swaddlingyou call upon the duskof the musk of a squidshot full of ink, until you sink into your cribrowing along, among the reeds, among the rushesi heard your song, before my heart had time to hush it!smell of a stone fruit being cut and being openedsmell of a low and of a lazy cinder smokingand when the fire moves awayfire moves away, sonwhy would you sayi was the last one?scrape your knee; it is only skinmakes the sound of violinswhen you cut my hair, and leave the birds the trimmingsi am the happiest woman among all womenand the shallowwaterstretches as far as i can seeknee-deep, trudging alonga seagull weeps; "so long"i'm humming a threshing songuntil the night is overhold on!hold on!hold your horses back from the fickle dawni have got some business out at the edge of towncandy weighing both of my pockets down'til i can hardly stay afloat, from the weight of them(and knowing how the common-folk condemnwhat it is i do, to you, to keep you warmbeing a woman, being a woman)but always up the mountainside you're clamberinggroping blindly, hungry for anything:picking through your pocket linings - well, what is this?scrap of sassafras, eh sisyphus?i see the blossoms broke and wet after the rainlittle sister, he will be back againi have washed a thousand spiders down the drainspiders ghosts hang soaked and dangelin'silently from all the blooming cherry treesin tiny nooses, safe from everyone- nothing but a nuisance; gone now, dead and donebe a woman, be a woman!though we felt the spray of the waveswe decided to stay till the tide rose too farwe weren't afraid, cause we know what you areand you know that we know what you areawful atollo, incalculable indiscreetness and sorrow!bawl, bellow:sibyl sea-cow, all done up in a bowtoddle and roll;teeth an impalpable bit of leatherwhile yarrow, heather and hollyhockawkwardly molt along the shoreare you mine?my heart?mine anymore?stay with me for awhilethat's an awfully real guni know life will lay you downas the lightning has lately donefailing this, failing this,follow me, my sweetest friendto see what you anointed in pointing your gun therelay it down! nice and slow!there is nowhere to go, save upup where the light, undiluted, is weaving in a drunk dreamat the sight of my baby, out back:back on the patio watching the bats bring night in- while, elsewhere, estuaries of wax-whitewend, endlessly, towards seashores unmappedlast week our picture window produced a half-wordheavy and hollow, hit by a brown birdwe stood and watched her gape like a rattlesnakeand pant and labour over every intakei said a sort of prayer for some sort of rare gracethen thought i ought to take her to a higher placesaid: "dog nor vulture nor cat shall toy with youand though you die, bird, you will have a fine view"then in my hot handshe slumped her sick weightwe tramped through the poison oakheartbroke and inchoatethe dogs were snappingso you cuffed their collarswhile i climbed the tree-housethen how i hollered!cause she'd lain, as still as a stone, in my palm, for a lifetime or twothen, saw the treetops, cocked her head and up and flew(while, back in the world that moves, oftenaccording to the hoarding of these cluesdogs still run roughly aroundlittle tufts of finch-down)the cities we passed were a flickering wastelandbut his hand in my hand made them hale and harmlesswhile down in the lowlands the crops are all coming;we have everythinglife is thundering blissful towards deathin a stampede of his fumbling green gentlenessyou stopped by, i was all alivein my doorway, we shucked and jivedand when you wept, i was gone:see, i got gone when i got wisebut i can't with certainty say we survivedthen down, and downand down, and downand down, and deeperstoke without soundthe blameless flamesyou endless sleeperthrough fire below, and fire above, and fire withinsleeped through the things that couldn't have been if you hadn't have beenand when the fire moves awayfire moves away, sonwhy would you sayi was the last one?all my bones they are gone, gone, gonetake my bones, i don't need nonecold, cold cupboard, lord, nothing to chew on!suck all day on a cherry stonedig a little hole, not three inches roundspit your pit in the hole in the groundweep upon the spot for the starving of me!till up grow a fine young cherry treewell when the bough breaks, what'll you make for me?a little willow cabin to rest on your kneewhat'll i do with a trinket such as this?think of your woman, who's gone to the westbut i'm starving and freezing in my measly old bed!then i'll crawl across the salt flats to stroke your sweet headcome across the desert with no shoes on!i love you truly, or i love no-onefiremovesawayfire moves away, sonwhy would you sayi was the last one?clear the room! there's a fire, a fire, a fireget going, and i'm going to be right behind youand if the love of a woman or two, dear,couldn't move you to such heights, then all i can dois do, my darling, right by you.
(arsonist - 18 Aralık 2006 18:44)
2006'nın en iyi albümlerinden biri olan ys'nin en güzel parçası.
(noiz - 7 Ocak 2007 21:19)
Yorum Kaynak Link : only skin