Lost: my jaw on the carpet

Some time has passed since I expressed my feeble opinion upon music. I must confess that I did have occasional flings with various songs but none lasted more than the spark of a match. But my heart was revived and I again love. Well…truth be said, it is an old love, a small flame left to kindle. The flame reached its fury when Muse set upon us “the Uprising”. (Beat that metaphor... :)) ).


I was going to comment on the interesting video : the mixture of comic and sinister atmosphere, find an explanation for the giant zombie teddy bears ( yes…you read correctly : G-I-A-N-T Z-O-M-B-I-E T-E-D-D-Y B-E-A-R-S) and such trifles. Or I could have commented the gradual building up of tension that the music creates, capturing the actual spirit of an uprising, or the strong lyrics. I was going to make a swift and clear analysis, but then I found this…





…And my jaw dropped and I died.


Your humble still-looking-for-jaw-and-dead servant,
Myself.