Orson Welles. “The Lady From Shanghai”. 1947
“… In between the way we see the light
Then we lose control and jump a fence
In between the way we see the light”
“… And you dance me to the edge of romance
And you called and I heard
I hang onto every word
I decide a landslide
I'll be the storm around the eyes
And I fall into it all”
“Nihilistic hedonism: I try not to think about it”.
You know, I really used to love the way you danced, the mood that inferred distorted evil, that macabre way to get dirty everything, to spoil every kind of purity from a certain shining future, the serpent’s egg. Kind of dirty hellraiser queenie.
