Two young people explore the distances in their relationship while drifting through a carnival dreamland.
Coming apart in Dreamland
Iseult (/ɪˈsuːlt, ɪˈzuːlt/; alternatively Isolde /ɪˈsoʊldᵊ, ɪˈzoʊldᵊ/, Iseo, Yseult, Isode, Isoude, Esyllt, Isotta) is the name of several characters in the Arthurian story of Tristan and Iseult. The most prominent is Iseult of Ireland, wife of Mark of Cornwall and adulterous lover of Sir Tristan. Her mother, the Queen of Ireland, is also named Iseult. The third is Iseult of the White Hands, the daughter of Hoel of Brittany, sister of Sir Kahedin, and eventual wife of Tristan.
The Irish princess, Iseult of Ireland (also Iseult the Fair, La Bella Iseult), is the daughter of King Anguish of Ireland and Queen Iseult the Elder. She is a main character in the Tristan poems of Béroul, Thomas of Britain, and Gottfried von Strassburg and in the opera Tristan und Isolde by Richard Wagner.
Iseult is first seen as a young princess who heals Tristan from wounds he received fighting her uncle, Morholt. When his identity is revealed, Tristan flees back to his own land. Later, Tristan returns to Ireland to win Iseult's hand in marriage for his uncle, King Mark of Cornwall. She is supposed to marry an evil steward who claims that he has killed a dragon, but when Tristan proves that it was actually he who slew the beast, Iseult's parents agree to marry her to Mark. On the journey back to Cornwall, Iseult and Tristan accidentally drink a love potion prepared for her and Mark by Iseult the elder and guarded by Brangaine, Iseult's lady-in-waiting. The two fall hopelessly in love, and begin an affair that ends when Mark banishes Tristan from Cornwall.
Maxime Rodriguez, born 1975 (age 36–37) in Colombes, France, is a French composer. Many of his works, such as Esperanza, Child of Nazareth, and Tango Volver, D'Artagnan, Coeur Brave, L'enfant pur, have been used for figure skating programs.
He made compositions and musical productions for international figure skaters such as Philippe Candeloro, Abitbol/Bernadis, Stanick Jeannette, Anissina/Peizerat, Johnny Weir, Delobel/Schoenfelder, Stephane Lambiel, Brian Joubert and many others. His first CD : "Synphonie sur Glace" Edited by EMI Music in 2000.
He also made original soundtrack for film documentaries diffused on Canal+, Sport+ and France Television. He is musical director, composer and singer in professional ice skating shows in Japan, France and Europe.
Wilhelm Richard Wagner ( /ˈvɑːɡnər/; German pronunciation: [ˈʁiçaʁt ˈvaːɡnɐ]; 22 May 1813 – 13 February 1883) was a German composer, conductor, theatre director and polemicist primarily known for his operas (or "music dramas", as he later called them). Wagner's compositions, particularly those of his later period, are notable for their complex texture, rich harmonies and orchestration, and the elaborate use of leitmotifs: musical themes associated with individual characters, places, ideas or plot elements. Unlike most other opera composers, Wagner wrote both the music and libretto for every one of his stage works. Perhaps the two best-known extracts from his works are the Ride of the Valkyries from the opera Die Walküre, and the Wedding March (Bridal Chorus) from the opera Lohengrin.
Initially establishing his reputation as a composer of works such as The Flying Dutchman and Tannhäuser which were broadly in the romantic vein of Weber and Meyerbeer, Wagner transformed operatic thought through his concept of the Gesamtkunstwerk ("total work of art"). This would achieve the synthesis of all the poetic, visual, musical and dramatic arts and was announced in a series of essays between 1849 and 1852. Wagner realized this concept most fully in the first half of the monumental four-opera cycle Der Ring des Nibelungen. However, his thoughts on the relative importance of music and drama were to change again, and he reintroduced some traditional operatic forms into his last few stage works, including Die Meistersinger von Nürnberg.
Matthew Arnold (24 December 1822 – 15 April 1888) was a British poet and cultural critic who worked as an inspector of schools. He was the son of Thomas Arnold, the famed headmaster of Rugby School, and brother to both Tom Arnold, literary professor, and William Delafield Arnold, novelist and colonial administrator. Matthew Arnold has been characterized as a sage writer, a type of writer who chastises and instructs the reader on contemporary social issues.
The Reverend John Keble, who would become one of the leaders of the Oxford Movement, stood as godfather to Matthew. "Thomas Arnold admired Keble's 'hymns' in The Christian Year, only reversing himself with exasperation when this old friend became a Romeward-tending 'High Church' reactionary in the 1830s." In 1828, Arnold's father was appointed Headmaster of Rugby School and his young family took up residence, that year, in the Headmaster's house. In 1831, Arnold was tutored by his uncle, the Reverend John Buckland, at Laleham, Middlesex. In 1834, the Arnolds occupied a holiday home, Fox How, in the Lake District. William Wordsworth was a neighbour and close friend. In 1836, Arnold was sent to Winchester College, but in 1837 he returned to Rugby School where he was enrolled in the fifth form. He moved to the sixth form in 1838 and thus came under the direct tutelage of his father. He wrote verse for the manuscript Fox How Magazine produced by Matthew and his brother Tom for the family's enjoyment from 1838 to 1843. During his years as a Rugby student, he won school prizes for English essay writing, and Latin and English poetry. His prize poem, "Alaric at Rome," was printed at Rugby.
Colin Patrick Henry Meloy (born October 5, 1974) is the lead singer and songwriter for the Portland, Oregon, folk-rock band The Decemberists. In addition to vocals, he performs with an acoustic guitar, 12-string acoustic guitar, electric guitar, bouzouki, harmonica and percussion.
Meloy was born in Helena, Montana. His sister is Maile Meloy, an author often published in The New Yorker.
Meloy attended the University of Oregon in Eugene for two years, studying English, before returning to Montana and enrolling in the creative writing program at the University of Montana in Missoula. He graduated in 1998.
While in high school, Meloy was in Happy Cactus, and when in college, in Missoula, he was the lead singer and songwriter for Tarkio. Both were indie/folk/alternative country bands. Soon after graduation, Meloy left Tarkio and moved to Portland. There he found, to his disappointment, that he pretty much had to start again, "going to open mics, ... sometimes with no one else in the room save the bartender. [... However, w] When I was in that position, with nobody to appeal to or scare away, I thought, ‘I might as well do whatever I want to do,’ Meloy [said in 2009]. 'And that created a new thing.'"
It's time to wake up
And get my feet back on the ground
But I can feel my heart burning
And my mind going blank
I'm turning into a hollow shell
And I try to block it out
You try to send me to the other side
But I'm already there
Who do you think you are?
And what do you want?
I will rip your insides out
And take you apart
I am welcoming you and your wrath
And the pain is piercing my flesh
Blood fills my mouth
But I smile
You are weak
I can see it in your eyes
You will beg for your soul
As I take control
Fight for your life
I want you to try
It just takes me to a greater high
Who do you think you are?
And what do you want?
I will rip your insides out
And take you apart
Who do you think you are?
And what do you want?
I will rip your insides out
And take you apart
Now it's over
I will send you to your grave
You will fall into nothingness
And forever be our slave
Your swan song cuts through the night
And leads my soul closer
They prowl through the night
They prowl for the antichrist
In search of those to sacrifice
They bring black light
Predators of death enters life
Prayers and lies become silent
No where to run, no where to hide
Prayers and lies become silent
Creatures without souls watching you
Shadows of death caressing you
Darkness coming up from behind
That feeling running down your spine
Darkness coming up from behind
That feeling running down your spine
They make the week scream in fear
And the strong to see them clear
The beauty that hides in darkness
And seducing powers shall lead the way
No where to run, no where to hide
Prayers and lies become silent
Satanic will running through your veins
Prayers and lies become silent
They prowl through the night
Sitting alone and waiting
Waiting for it to arrive
Waiting for it to take control
The snow is falling silent outside
And I can feel it approaching
Surrounding me
And it fills my heart with black!
I want it
Want it all
I need it
Need it all
I am surrendering my soul
And giving you all
You scare me
You will hurt me
But I want you close
I won t struggle or give in for pain
Just cover my eyes and lead me away!
I plead guilty by cutting myself
And giving me away...
We're alone now and I can feel the cold
Reaching for my soul
You want me to follow you
Trough that black hole
But we can t be together
In this life
So I am ending mine
For us
Cause I'm possessed
I am possessed!
You r sisters blood on my hands
She did nt follow my demands
Caught in the line of fire
She was my only desire
With furious rage I caught her eye
As she was telling I lie
She made my go down this path
The bitch unleashed the devils wrath
She made my go down this path
The bitch unleashed the devils wrath
I can t control what I feel
And everything just seems unreal
As I grab her by the neck
Am I ready to take the next step?
She made me like this-
She made me evil
The way I see it
We will never get even
My soul is numb!
Her skin I getting cold as fear takes hold
Fool me once
Fool my twice
A dead whore tells no lies
So here I stand
With you r sisters blood on my hands
So here I stand
Who are you?
Shut your mouth
And get the fuck out of my way
What do you want?
Come closer here
I'll break your bones and peel your skin
I hate you all
You get on my nerves
I can t control myself no more
What do you want?
Do you want to fight?
I will break you fucking neck!
You walk around
And think you're tough
But you have no idea of what I am
What I ll do
If you push me
And I will get my hands on you
I ll drain your heart
Hang you upside down and tear you apart
Fuck you!
Bring your friends
Now it's awake and waiting for you
Bring it on
You can t hurt me
Great powers of the dark fuels me
My flame burns strong
I'm giving in
Now I am awake and I am alive
I'll break your arms
Break your legs
Spread my wings and take your life
Do you see me now
For what I am
The fire in my eyes burns from my soul
I grow tall and strong
And the beautiful darkness sets me free
I am losing myself to live
Immortality!
Bring it on
You can t hurt me
Great powers of the dark fuels me
My flame burns strong
I'm giving in
Now I am awake and I am alive
I'll break your arms
Break your legs
Spread my wings and take your life
Do you see me now
For what I am
You think you're hot but you're not
You're just fat!
Cover yourself up, no one wants to see
Your skin is pale and your face is a lie
Everyone hates you and wants you to die!
But I know that it must be hard
Because you are just fat and a retard
Now eat yourself to hide you r body
No one likes the obese and slobby
Eating can not be a hobby
Even for a depressed nobody
Even for a depressed nobody!
No one likes the obese and slobby
Eating can not be a hobby
Even for a depressed nobody!
The stench of death is on your breath
It's because of you they invented anorexia
Blunt force trauma to your face
Would be the best for the human race
The stench of death is on your breath
It's because of you they invented anorexia
Blunt force trauma to your face
Would be the best for the human race
You think you're hot but you're not
You're just fat!
Cover yourself up, no one wants to see
Your skin is pale and your face is a lie
Everyone hates you and wants you to die!
They want you to die!
But I know that it must be hard
Because you are just fat and a retard
Now eat yourself to hide you r body
No one likes the obese and slobby
Eating can not be a hobby
Even for a depressed nobody
Even for a depressed nobody
No one likes the obese and slobby
Eating can not be a hobby
Even for a depressed nobody
I know I want this...
They are telling me they want this...
I'm sorry...
I'm sorry I have to do this...
I'm sorry I have to go...
I know I want this...
They are telling me I have to do this...
They are telling me I want this...
I'm sorry...
I'm sorry I have to go...
We are here
Looking for you
Receiver of sin
Now it can begin
We traveled from a world
Beyond all time
You - the one we seek
We control your mind
The task is simple
Easy and cruel
Chaos will bring order
To your school
The people you know
And the people you love
They all have sinned
Let the chaos begin!
Free you spirit and break your heart
And come with us into the dark
Your soul is black
Your heart is cold
We are angels of death
You must do as your told
Because we are calling you!
You know that pain
In your heart
Unleash that wrath
And kill your past
Blood will paint the walls
And flood the rooms
We're angels of death
Controlling you
So load that gun
The eagle deserves to fly
They can't run
They are all gonna die
Eternal life
Is what we said
All you need
A bullet trough your head
Collector of souls
Do as you're told
Collector of souls
Free you spirit and break your heart
And come with us into the dark
Your soul is black
Your heart is cold
Collector of souls
Do as you're told