On the side of a carton
I was taken in a datsun
From a street in action
Thinking 'bout where I come
It's all this for revolution
Cutting up the coupon
Saving for a telephone
Can I call home
Please can I go home
Palm tree silhouette smells amazing
Blindfolds under home made lanterns
Somewhere in the Amazon
They're holding me ransom
Could you please
Come get me
Trying to get me undone
Let me go
I don't want your attention
Under submission
Out of frustration I'll do it
I'll scream for the nation
Palm tree silhouette smells amazing
Blindfolds under home made lanterns
Somewhere in the Amazon
They're holding me ransom
Could you please
Come get me
And became our dates
When we shared raindrops
That turned into lakes
Bodies started merging
And the lines got grey
Now I'm looking at him thinking
Maybe he's OK
It's OK
You forgot me
Here's a direct quote: "I was thinking about [the way sexuality is expressed in London], and I felt like, you know, it was just so in your face all the time, and being a woman, you really have to use it and put it in people's faces to get ahead. And I wondered what that was doing to - like, in Sri Lanka, sexuality is a whole other ballgame, you know what I mean? And it's so naive and it's so basic, and people have no outlet for meeting people and young people don't have anywhere to hang and stuff, and so when you get on the bus, you can really feel the tension between boys and girls - that's the only place they meet, on a transport. So I was thinking about how it's an unsaid thing over there, and it's in your face over here, and how people perceive it and stuff. And then I felt like if I was abducted and being held for ransom in the middle of the Amazon, I would actually try to make a go of it and try to fall in love with my hostage-taker person, and, like, set up shop! [Laughs] I think if you spend enough time with anyone, you can come to love anyone. There just doesn't have to be any hate involved 'cause it's actually about getting to know that individual human being and why they're doing the thing they're doing, and trying to understand it. I felt at that point that I could be so understanding of anybody that even if somebody took me to kill me in the middle of nowhere, I'd still give it a go and try to understand him."
I think this is about a war-torn Sri Lanka
My favorite part of the song is:
Minutes turned to hours And became our dates When we shared raindrops That turned into lakes Bodies started merging And the lines got grey Now I'm looking at him thinking Maybe he's OK
I think those lines are supposed to represent the hostages being killed (bodies started merging and the ines got grey) and seeing that the killers don't really want to kill, but they are forced to by some higher government (now Im looking at him thinking maybe he's ok).
I think those lines:
Minutes turned to hours and became our dates when we shared raindrops that turned into lakes Bodies started merging and the lines got grey now I'm looking at him thinking Maybe he's okay
actually refers to the "Stockholm Syndrome" that hostages exhibit towards their captors. The "hostage" has seen minutes turn to hours. The captors have exhibited good will toward the hostage, giving the hostage water (raindrops). And these raindrops have turned into lakes (time has passed). Everything is not so black and white anymore...shades of gray. These captors aren't so bad after all (I'm looking at him thinking maybe he's ok)
I completely agree. It seems like she started having an attraction to her captor.
I completely agree. It seems like she started having an attraction to her captor.
This song gives me gigantic goosebumps.
especially the last verse where she starts to like the kidnapper, its really haunting and masterful.
I don't believe in marraige but MARRY ME M.I.A.!!!! PLEEESE
This song is so beautiful. Lush, dense imagery....
You don't believe in marriage 0.o, the words 'Rebel without a cause' spring to mind.
On a track-by-track commentary for Arular, M.I.A. said this song is about being taken away and eventually falling for your kidnapper. It's an interesting concept, eh?
I think it's "from a street in Acton" (a place in West London).
this song screams Stockholm Syndrome