Apropos tekst/bilde-symbioser

Her har det fransk-amerikanske bandet Hold Your Horses! lagd tablåer av kjente malerier til sin “70 Million” - og brått skjer det noe spennende med motivene i både teksten og bildene - i alle fall slik jeg opplever det nå i denne nattetimen...

70 Million

And it hardly looked like a novel at all,

I hardly look like a hero at all

And I'm sorry, you didn't publish this

And you were white as snow; I was white as a sheet

When you came down in this black dress

In your mom's black maternity dress

And so,

Though it hardly looked like a novel at all,

And the city treats me, it treats me to you

And a cup of coffee for you

I should learn it's language and speak it to you

And 70 million should be in the know

And 70 million don't go out at all

And 70 million wouldn't walk this street

And 70 million would run to a hole

And 70 million would be wrong wrong wrong

And 70 million never see it at all

And 70 million haven't tasted snow

And we dance dance dance like the children dance

Imply thought are we taking the chance?

With the light still on, and will we ever reach the tower

And after you came down in this black dress

I don't know what took so very long

And this, And this isn't a war, we don't have to ration

Now wave white flag, and you kept it at home

And words I wrote from a foreign land

You're holding my no longer foreign hand

And 70 million should be in the know

And 70 million don't go out at all

And 70 million wouldn't walk this street

And 70 million would run to a hole

And 70 million would be wrong wrong wrong

And 70 million never see it at all

And 70 million haven't tasted snow

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