Posts Tagged ‘Wong Kar-Wai’
Secret
This blog is just some “reeds to talk to”: King Midas has donkey ears.
This guy is clearly not using it so I might as well steal his concept…
Do you remember that dialogue from In the Mood For love?
Chow Mo-wan: In the old days, if someone had a secret they didn’t want to share… you know what they did?
Ah Ping: Have no idea.
Chow Mo-wan: They went up a mountain, found a tree, carved a hole in it, and whispered the secret into the hole. Then they covered it with mud. And leave the secret there forever.
Ah Ping: What a pain! I’d just go to get laid.
Chow Mo-wan: Not everyone’s like you.
Listen,
Do you want to know a secret?,
Do you promise not to tell?, whoa oh, oh.
Closer,
Let me whisper in your ear,
Say the words you long to hear
It’s no secret that a friend is someone who lets you help
It’s no secret that a liar won’t believe anyone else
They say a secret is something you tell one other person
So I’m telling you, child
It’s no secret that a conscience can sometimes be a pest
It’s no secret ambition bites the nails of success
Every artist is a cannibal, every poet is a thief
All kill their inspiration and sing about their grief
Can you keep a secret?
Honestly, no?
If I know a good story,
It bubbles out of me,
Like weeds from the ground.
Can you keep a secret?
Okay, I will try.
But sooner or later,
The volcano’s crater
Will erupt again.
Erupt, erupt, erupt, erupt, again.
Erupt, erupt, erupt, erupt, again.
I can’t keep it inside.
Can you keep a secret?
What choice do I have?
The door that you’ve opened,
The seal that you’ve broken,
You cannot shut now.
Can you keep a secret?
Well, why do you ask?
It’s clear from the gallery,
You’re dying to tell me
What’s been going on.
You can’t keep it inside.
You can’t keep it inside.
You can’t keep it inside.
For the sake of this post, here’s a guilty secret: I just love Madonna’s late nineties/early noughties fast guitar tracks like this one and definitely this one:
Happiness lies in your own hand
It took me much too long to understand
How it could be
Until you shared your secret with me
I don’t know why, but I’ve always deliberately sung it “A penis lies in her own hands…”
Is that what you call a happy ending?
Once again, unforeseen full-circle has been reached. Good night!