Hymn
Shining through the plate glass, hyacinths and Spanish stars
All day caught on camera
The climbing sun, the fading dawn, like a hymn to our love
Somewhere there's a starling, gliding through the morning
Moving so slowly
The climbing sun, the fading dawn, like a hymn to London
Commencing, commencing, commencing with the day
Commencing with the day, commencing with the day
Wheatfield's
Outside the wind is raging, blowing the Wheatfield's away
And now the game is changing, and now the rules are thrown away
And the cards are turning, and my mouth is dry
As her dress is falling before my eyes, my eyes
My eyes
And now the hands are turning, and now the clocks are changing
Beauty is on the mattress, lifting the patterns from her skin
And the clothes are falling, and her breast is mine
And her skin is holy, like the sky, like the sky
The sky
And the clothes are falling, and our mouths are dry
And our skin is holy, like the sky, like the sky
The sky
Outside the wind is raging, blowing the Wheatfield's away
And now the game is changing, and now the rules are thrown away
And now the rules are thrown away
Away, away, away (repeat to fade)
The Hunted
Moving south she is here
Circling round she is here
She is the hunter, oh ha, you are the hunted
She is the hunter, oh oh, you are the hunted
You are the hunted
Catching men in her net
A bird of prey, collecting specimens
She is the hunter, ah ha, you are the hunted
She is the hunter, oh oh, you are the hunted
You are the hunted
You are the hunted
You are the hunted
Moving in for the kill
Thin as sin, she is here
She is the hunter, oh oh, she is the hunter
Ah oh, ah ah
You are the hunted
Frozen Roads
And the snow in February falls, painting winter hollow
And the fields they are an empty sigh, and the hills are like sorrow
And the hills are like sorrow
And your sun will rise again, and your moon will fall
And your sun will rise again, and your moon will fall
And your moon will fall
And I found the answer sitting there, worth more than money
In the tangle of your angel hair, in your lips like honey
And we were born muddled, but it was meant to be
And we were born muddled, but it was meant to be
It was meant to be
And your sun will rise again, and your moon will fall
And our sun will rise again, and our moon will fall
And our moon will fall
And the snow in February falls, painting winter colours
And the landscape is an empty sigh, and the hills are like sorrow
Through the endless rage, on the frozen roads
On the frozen roads
Summer
Open up your eyes; see the northern lights, blinking like a jewel, glittering and cruel
Summer, calls us to feel love, ah ha ha, ah ha ha
Feel love, feel love,
Widows like their wine, coded lines are fine; we are like two jewels, glittering and cruel
Summer, calls us to feel love, ah ha ha, ah ha ha
In sorrow, songs grow, like rainbows
Feel love, feel love, feel love, feel love
Ashes of Us
When the sky is clay, and the clouds are torn
And the strange ones play, and the insects swarm
Falling like feathers, drifting like petals, like pieces of paper
The ashes of us
Break like bone china, faces in mirrors, piece us together
The ashes of us
And the orchid grows, in a sunny place
Where I sip my tea, with a scarecrows grace
Falling like feathers, drifting like petals, pieces of paper
The ashes of us
Break like bone china, faces in mirrors, piece us together
The ashes of us
Woah woah woah (repeat)
Pretty Widows
See the pretty widows, cold as April skies; hold their winter roses, clothed in nursery rhymes,
And love is where you find it and love is where you reach and love is in the patterns at her feet
So play her game of tarot, hold her hennaed hand, fold her dress like petals, turn the hanging man
And love is where you find it and love is where you reach and love is in the patterns at her feet
So call the pretty widows, clear as April skies, steal her winter roses, sing her nursery rhymes
Na na na na na na na na na
Oh when the morning calls, and the morning calls
The Swans
Huddled like rabbits by the hole by the fence, frozen like statues to the chair on the lake
Clouds of birds, make shadows on the moss, fields of kale, all patterned with ice
Woah outside, woah the swans rise, woah, woah
Curve of the river like the neck of a swan, and the veil of the sky all peppered with rain
Fields of crows picked clean to the bone, and a love unchained by the chatter of time
Woah outside, woah swans rise
Woah
Scarecrows & Lilacs
The scarecrow waits on the hill all day, and a sparrow calls as the evening falls
We covered the mountain like snow; we covered the forest like crows
But were lie down where the lilacs grow
Your hands look small, and the skin is so cold
With your nails all cracked, like beetles backs
Their cover the village like ghosts, their cover the mountain like crows
But their find us where our blood meets the snow
Where the lilacs grow
Julian's Eye's
Softening the winter with his eyes
Sitting in the meadow in disguise
Feeling his way, touching the stone
Watching the day through a telephone
Colours in the carnage of his hair
Lose it in the debris on the stairs
Feeling his way, touching her hand
Making his way, to the bandstand
He's in the sky, he's in the tide, he's in the trees and the buzz of the night
Feet in the sand, watching life through Julian's eye's
Softening the winter with his smile
Sitting in the doorway counting tiles
Feeling his way, touching life, watching the day through quiet eye's
Elephants and spiders in his head
Capital letters, green and red
Feeling his way, making a start
Watching the day, through cut glass
He's in the sky, he's in the grass, he's in the wind and the curve of the stars
Feet in the sand, watching life through Julian's eye's
Leave Me Sleeping
Leave me sleeping, softly breathing, summer in my head, it's summer in my head
Leave me clutching lilac cushions, in playground colours with my mother
It's summer in my head, its summer in my head
So leave me dreaming, softly breathing, slowly falling, falling, falling
It's summer in my head, its summer in my head
Summer, its summer in my head, summer (repeat)
Forest Lullaby
And were fall like petals, and were lay in the fading light
And a bell rings in the distance, and a gull cries outside
With your skin like sorrow, and your hair like folded sky
There's a voice in the distance, and it calls when the geese fly
And the room is our forest, where we lay in the fading light
And a bell rings far away, and your leave me in pieces tonight
With You, Within You
When the libra moon is high
And your ashes like the petals blow
And I spill myself like holy wine
In an audience with your pilgrim soul
And I'm with you within you, with you
And when you stare up at the satellites
And your almond eyes are sad as coal
I'm with you, within you, with you
另一個好看的地方在於它不用動作場面，也能帶給你緊張刺激的感覺。有很多間諜片充斥著大量動作和爆炸場面，剌激觀眾的官能以帶來心跳加快的緊張感覺，但我一向都認為這是最簡單的做法。我比較欣賞一些戲以氣氛取勝，也許沒有官能刺激，以鬥智的方式亦能帶給觀眾緊張感，但鬥智的確比鬥力好看，相對技巧亦較高明。此戲以編劇令人投入度倍增，當觀眾投入自然會用腦去思考和代入戲中，而每到關鍵時刻這份投入便會成為令觀眾心跳加快的催化劑。當去到最後將近揭開謎底，劇情加快節奏時，完全感受到戲中營造的緊張和刺激感。
還有此戲將間諜的爾虞我詐完美地融合伴侶間的信任問題。商場如戰場，商家為了擊敗對手，盡早收盡競爭對手的情報，力求盡早想出應對方法，殺對手一個措手不及。而最後的扭橋更指出現在商業競爭已到白熱化的階段，正是一子錯滿盤皆落索，商業醜陋的戰爭已和國家的諜戰無大分別。但其實愛情也如戰場，每當拍拖男男女女俱變身成為間諜，對任何現象也變得敏感，總疑心自己的對象有越軌的行為。男女一邊說盡甜言蜜語，一邊卻偷偷的調查對方；一邊希望搜不出任何證據，卻不由自主地尋找；甚至連眾朋友也成為間諜線眼，他說一句她又說一句的干遇當事人的抉擇。其實愛情就是這樣，一方面想信任對方，一方面卻不能信任對方，所以要收集情報去判斷值不值得信任對方。但一對不信任對方的情侶，為何還要在一起互想猜疑妒忌自討苦吃呢？也許有一句說話很老土，但越老土的說話越是真言，愛情還是應該建基於信任，若果互相猜疑的愛情其實有如商場的間諜戰，那是敵人而不是親人。
還有，很多觀眾對此戲的感覺都認為重點較放在愛情而忽略了間諜，我卻認為剛剛好。可能大部份都認為間諜應是出身入死、槍林彈雨、甚至上天下海，但間諜的首要任務是將身份保密，其實那麼多刺激動作又不是太符合間諜原則了吧！何況這是商業諜戰，重點應該放在竊取情報，如何掩飾身份等等會較真實。所以我並不覺得這戲沒有間諜味道，相反計劃偷文件，潛入敵人公司的內鬼揭力掩飾身份的場面都頗為緊張刺激，配合爾虞我詐的愛情，我認為比例剛好，組成一套易入口的間諜愛情喜劇。
整體來說，我覺得這套戲頗好看。的確包含了諜戰的緊張刺激，但亦有火花十足的甜蜜愛情。一方面寫實刻劃出現今社會商界競爭的激烈程度，他們收集情報的誇張程度；另一方面亦能帶出愛情的真言和慌話所帶來的矛盾。我還蠻喜愛以商業配合愛情的想法，突顯本質上的相同之處。無論想看迷人的Julia Roberts 演繹一段愛情喜劇，還是想看一套諜戰片，我都認為這套戲能滿足觀眾需求，的確是一套佳作。
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《王牌冤家》、《蘭花賊》、《變腦》、《神經殺手》編劇查理考夫曼自編自導，入圍坎城影展金棕櫚獎競賽片。故事講述一位劇場導演，他平淡的生活與面臨瓶頸的創作生涯，正漸漸走向崩解的邊緣。妻子帶著女兒離開他，他與劇場職員與演員處進曖昧關係，又發現自己得了莫名的怪病，他的生理自主機能正一一喪失…。此時，意外獲得了暱稱為天才獎的麥克阿瑟獎，有一筆高額獎金可創作新戲。他決定製作一部「含括一切」的大戲。
查理考夫曼的母題壹：我是誰？我從哪裡來？我要往哪裡去？
查理考夫曼的母題伍：當我過份地作為人類，我將折損地再也無法作為動物。我將無法正常獵食、性交、生病；我將退出自然，我將作為太陽與月亮，也就是說，我將失去太陽與月亮。
《紐約浮世繪》，Synecdoche, New York，並不發生於西元底的17年間、不發生於任何一個地點，它不是一個爬行著展開的「故事」，它是電影開頭的那個早晨。
自然就是如此，如果你什麼都不作、不探索自我，你便是這個聊賴、平庸、慣性運轉的自己。
那個由一而多，既是同一平面上所並置之歧異，也是meta動作所啟動的無限後退（infinite regress）建立的層層次框架，中國套盒式的mise en abyme…。
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地發現他孤獨、抑鬱、憤怒、不甘心、經常充滿怨氣的另一面。
