Showing posts with label my senses tell me to stop. Show all posts
Showing posts with label my senses tell me to stop. Show all posts

Saturday, February 9, 2008

Your lips are venomous poison.

When we got married, I had this plan to play the following song on the piano and sing the lyrics to my new wife. At the very least, I wanted to read the lyrics as my wedding vows. That got axed, of course, but we just watched the video for the first time together.

Here it is.

I love this song, and I am absolutely not kidding. The video is only okay -- until the very end. Around the 4:07 mark (after Alice Cooper attacks that chair like he hates it), there's a reveal worthy of the movie Saw, only this one makes perfect sense. And Alice Cooper with the poison vial. And the last shot of some kind of edifice.

I love you, Gerald Cooperberg.