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Date: Thu, 25 Jul 2002 21:36:43
Subject: Blue Velvet
From: simonsaysthis@omphalos.com
To: skipvskip@hotmail.com

COMPLETELY IRRELEVANT NOTES ON blue velvet THE DAVID LYNCH FILM TRANSCRIBED EXACTLY AS WRITTEN ON A BLUE NOTE PAD WITHOUT INTERPRETATION

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So what do you know about the ear?

I don't know much but bits and pieces. I hear things.

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There are opportunities in life for gaining knowledge and experience.

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It sounds like a good daydream, but actually doing it's too strange, too weird.

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That stuff stinks.

Oh, this's the new stuff. No smell.

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The blue lady.

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She sings Blue Velvet like a 45 played at 33.

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I don't know if you're a detective or a pervert.

Well that's for me to know and you to find out.

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blue eyeshadow, blue robe, chef's knife, bourbon.

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Baby wants Blue Velvet.

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Don't you fucking look at me.

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Do it for Van Gogh.

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See my breast. You can feel it. My nipple, it's getting hard. You can touch it. You can feel it.

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Hit me.

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It's a strange world.

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Sandy's dream of robins.

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Are you allright?

No, I'm not.

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I can still feel blue velvet

Through my tears

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I'm in the middle of a mystery, and it's all secret.

You like mysteries that much?

Yuh-hunh.

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Bluer than velvet was the night

Softer than satin

Were the stars

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The fire -- the beast

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Candy colored clown

They call the Sandman

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Let's fuck.

I'll fuck anything that moves.

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You're like me.

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I don't want to talk about it.

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The cops were involved.

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So many shades of blue -- that shirt's cerulean.

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I love you.

Love me.

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Where?

Where's my dream?

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Blue rug, blue paint on the walls, slate blue doors

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Lobotomized cop. Earless man.

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Loveletters straight from my heart.

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I'm gonna let them find you on their own.

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Fuck with me man?

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I can hear your fucking radio you stupid SHIT.

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Where are you?

Where ARE you?

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It's all over, Jeffrey.

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Brains on floor. Bulbs out.

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Lunch is ready.

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Sandy's robin.

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The robin is eating a bug.

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It's a strange world, isn't it?

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Repeat start montage.

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Isabella and her boy.

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And I can see blue

velvet through my tears.

Simon

 
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