Psycho Shots

I’ve now watched Psycho. With it being a Hitchcock film, there are some innovative and intriguing visual images, many of the lingering shots adding to the chill of the film. Here are some of my favourites from the film, including the opening titles created by Saul Bass.

Saul Bass' opening titles.

Saul Bass’ opening titles.

Feeling guilty?

Feeling guilty?

Watching the garage.

Watching the garage.

Driving to the Bates Motel.

Driving to the Bates Motel.

The infamous shower

The infamous shower

In the aftermath

In the aftermath

The Blanket of Night

Paper cup of the boat
Even chest of the sea
Carry both of us
Carry her, carry me

From the place we were born
To the land of the free
Carry both of us
Carry her, carry me

The ocean
That bears us from our home
Could sail us
Or take us far, if so
The danger
That life should lead us here
My angel
Could I have steered us clear?

Gone, the light from her eyes
With the lives that we made
Just the two of us
In the night on the waves

Moving silent her lips
By the moon’s only light
Sowing silver prayers
In the blanket of night

The ocean
That bears us from our home
Could sail us
Or take us far, if so
The danger
That life should lead us here
My angel
Could I have steered us clear?

Paper cup of the boat
Even chest of the sea
Carry both of us
Or, swallow her, swallow me

The Take Off And Landing Of Everything

You have the time-worn shimmer of tarantella on a Tuscan plain
Patiently listen as dull reminiscences fall from my jaws in a jumble again
You hold a lamp to my slumber
I resurface just to do a new number on you

You kiss the wrist of the hand that has twisted itself all into your hair
You close the blinds and doors behind me and clear all obstacles on the stair
You are an open book
I’m on the bathroom floor
Yours is an open door
I’m throwing ballast overboard

You are a genius teetering
Hurricane wild be calm as the deep
Every living thing needs watering
I miss loving you
Actually loving you
Words on my bedroom wall
Speak of my stone cold care

A prayer to the take off and landing of everything
Leaving your lips as we took to the sky
And a prayer to the take off and landing of everything
I’ll say for you and I will for all time
Wrote on my bedroom wall
Spoke of your deep true care
Over my shoulder and just as I leave
I see you slipping the world up your sleeve
Well take it and run
Go on, go on
That’s why it’s there

In a prayer to the take off and landing of everything
To the take off and landing of everything
To the take off and landing of everything good
In a prayer to the take off and landing of everything
To the take off and landing of everything
To the take off and landing of everything good

In a prayer to the take off and landing of everything
To the take off and landing of everything
To the take off and landing of everything good
In a prayer to the take off and landing of everything
To the take off and landing of everything
To the take off and landing of everything good

In a prayer to the take off and landing of everything
To the take off and landing of everything
To the take off and landing of everything good
In a prayer to the take off and landing of everything
To the take off and landing of everything
To the take off and landing of everything good

In a prayer to the take off and landing of everything
To the take off and landing of everything
To the take off and landing of everything good
In a prayer to the take off and landing of everything
To the take off and landing of everything
To the take off and landing of everything good

Colour Fields

All clear
Good Lord
Did well to be ignored
Your falling temperature
Like cooling kisses
All through your head
A made-up water’s edge
A summer gone on tabling fabled blisses

I’d love to see you waving
From the far side of the swim
Gathered in by a waiting troop of the open- hearted
Where colour field meets canvas
And the picture breathes you in
Where all the stories meant for you have already started

Bright girl, dead town
Walking tall but blown around
The secret chainmail gown of your father’s blessing
Bright girl, dead town
Open mouths for miles around
I still see you keeping those dough boys guessing

I’d love to see you waving
From the far side of the swim
Gathered in by a waiting troop of the open- hearted
Where colour field meets canvas
And the picture breathes you in
Where all the stories meant for you have already started

Bright girl, dead town
Bright girl, dead town
Bright girl, dead town
Open mouths for miles around
Bright girl, dead town
Bright girl, dead town
Bright girl, dead town
Bright girl, dead town
Open mouths for miles around
Bright girl, dead town

My Sad Captains

I’m running out of miracles
Oh my soul
And the streets are lined with one-man shows
Oh my soul
Corner boys were moved along
Oh my soul
We’re plummeting like crippled crows
Oh my soul

Oh, long before
You and I were born
Others beat these benches with their empty cups
To the night and its stars
To be here, and now, and who we are

Another sunrise with my sad captains
With who I choose to lose my mind
And if it’s all we only pass this way but once
What a perfect waste of time

The BMX apothecary
Oh my soul
The architect of infamy
Oh my soul
For each and every train we miss
Oh my soul
A bitter little Eucharist
Oh my soul

Oh, long before
You and I were born
Others beat these benches with their empty cups
To the night and its stars
To be here, and now, and who we are

Another sunrise with my sad captains
With who I choose to lose my mind
And if it’s all we only come this way but once
What a perfect waste of time

Another sunrise with my sad captains
With who I choose to lose my mind
And if it’s all we only pass this way but once
What a perfect waste of time

Another sunrise with my sad captains
With who I choose to lose my mind
And if it’s all we only pass this way but once
What a perfect waste of time

What a perfect waste of time

Honey Sun

I live and die by the hot and cold in strangers’ eyes
But danger lies behind the tape across my door
I know a place where angels lace the lemonade
And I cannot stay where all the broken plans were made

Broken devotion
Can I jump in the gun
And fly over the ocean
Can I jump in the gun

And string up a net across Lafayette
And sing of my deeds while I’m gone
And I’ll spin some lies to tell you upon
My return from the ends of the earth

She and I were death-defying promenade
She and I were profligate as de rigeur
She and I were for a button, tailor-made
She and I won’t find another me and her

Broken devotion
Can I jump in the gun
And fly over the ocean
Can I jump in the gun

And string up a net across Lafayette
And sing of my deeds while I’m gone
And I’ll spin some lies to tell you upon
My return from the ends of the earth

Oh, love, like a sun-dial harbor
Oh, love, like a falling harp
Oh, my love, give her wings and have her
Oh, my love, gotta be loved upon

Broken devotion
Can I jump in the gun
And fly over the ocean
Can I jump in the gun

And string up a net across Lafayette
And sing of my deeds while I’m gone
And I’ll spin some lies to tell you upon
My return from the ends of the earth

Real Life (Angel)

If you wake in the quake in the roll of the heartbroken
Pounding the ground in a sawn off ballet
Bring us in an indigo dawn with the lovelorn and renegade

You always found peace in the grip of the beat, darling
Time alone with the pounding of your heart
As it starts to heal you’ll find a better mirror in another

You have never known dumbfounded
So out of reach and hollowed through
Blue and white the light and sound surrounded
As the music pulls you through
And on that hallelujah morning
In the arms of new love, the peace that you feel’s real life

Go straight to the place where you first lost your balance
And find your feet with the people that you love
And bring us in an indigo dawn with the lovelorn and renegade
Yes you were the eyes of a men not forgotten
Get hold of the night that rises in your blood
Focus on your pulse, focus on your breath, know that we’re never far away

You have never known dumbfounded
So out of reach and hollowed through
Blue and white the light and sound surrounded
As the music pulls you through
And on that hallelujah morning
In the arms of new love, the peace that you feel’s real life

Angel
Angel
Angel
Angel

You with the eyes of the men not forgotten
You with the eyes for the lonely whoever
You with the life that could bring down a tenement
Talking your way through the hearts of the citadel
Up on the tables, or shoulders of strangers, or
Under my arms we add to the waterfall
My little sister with blazing common
You’ll never need fear a thing in this world while
I have a breath in me; blood in my veins
You’ll never need fear thing in this world while
I have a breath in me; blood in my veins
You never need fear a thing in this blue world

You have never known dumbfounded
So out of reach and hollowed through
Blue and white the light and sound surrounded
As the music pulls you through
And on that hallelujah morning
In the arms of new love, the peace that you feel’s real life

Angel
Angel

New York Morning

The first to pour a simple truth in words
Binds the world in a feeling all familiar
‘Cause everybody owns the great ideas
And it feels like there’s a big one round the corner

A tenner, up and out into New York
Somewhere in all that talk is all the answers
And oh, my giddy aunt, New York can talk
It’s the modern road where folk are nice to Yoko

Every bone of rivet steel, each corner stone an anchor
Jenga jutts and rusty water tower, pillar-posted sign
Every painted lining battered, like a building in this town
Sings a life of proud endeavor and the best that man can be

Me, I see a city and I hear a million voices
Planning, drilling, welding, carrying their fingers to the nub
Reaching down into the ground, stretching up into the sky
Why? Because they can, they did and do so you and I could live together

Oh my God, New York can talk
Somewhere in all that talk is all the answers
Everybody owns the great ideas
And it feels like there’s a big one round the corner

Oh my God, New York can talk
Somewhere in all that talk is all the answers
Everybody owns the great ideas
And it feels like there’s a big one round the corner

Oh my God, New York can talk
Somewhere in all that talk is all the answers
Everybody owns the great ideas
And it feels like there’s a big one round the corner

The desire to part sure symphony
The desire like a distant storm
For love, be good for me
And it feels like there’s a big one round the corner

Oh my God, New York, you talk
Somewhere in all that talk is all the answers
Everybody owns the greats ideas
And it feels like there’s a big one round the corner

The way the day begins
Decides the shade of everything
But the way it ends depends on if you’re home
For every soul, a pillow at a window, please
In a modern room, where folk are nice to Yoko