REVIVED BY POPULAR REQUEST – comatose: noah’s ark (2005)

Don’t ask me why there are so many fluorescent hexagrams floating about in this video, because I have no idea. These two girls are a duo of sisters, at least one of whom is Lesbian, of mixed ‘Syrian’ and Cherokee ancestry on their mother’s side. On the Lower East Side, ‘Syrian’ sure means Jewish. Their father was an Anthroposophist from Iowa (no, honestly) – RB

Here is the lyric, which is of stunning banality limpid simplicity:

Thank you God for this fine day
And bless all the children all over the world
Thank you for the plants and the animals
Oh bring me sweet dreams tonight
And help me be good tomorrow

Noah’s ark came to my house one day
With all of his animals and took me away
Oh Noah’s ark came to my house one day
With all of his animals and took me away

Thank you God for this fine fine day
And bless all of the children of the world
And thank you for the plants and the animals
And bring me sweet dreams tonight
And help me be good tomorrow

Noah’s ark came to my house one day
With all of his animals, he took me away
Oh Noah’s ark came to my house one day
With all his animals, and he took me away

Thank you God for this, oh, this fine day
Bless all of the children of the world
Thank you for the plants and the animals
And bring me sweet dreams tonight
And help me be good tomorrow

Noah’s ark came to my house one day
With all his animals and he took me away
Noah’s ark came to my house one day
With all his animals and he took me away

Thank you for the plants and the animals
Bring me sweet dreams tonight
And help me be good tomorrow
And help me be good tomorrow
Bring me, bring me sweet dreams
And help me be good tomorrow

12 Comments

  1. hp
    Posted May 24, 2011 at 2:02 am | Permalink

    I like everything about it.

  2. niqnaq
    Posted May 24, 2011 at 4:42 am | Permalink

    Indeed, it’s very nice. there are dozens of songs by them on youtube, but this is my favourite. Another introduction from my friend in jerusalem, to follow her recommendation of faun fables last week.

  3. hans
    Posted May 24, 2011 at 5:59 am | Permalink

    I hear that they are building an Noah’s ark museum in Kentucky! How pathetic.

  4. niqnaq
    Posted May 24, 2011 at 6:12 am | Permalink

    It must be admitted that the Noah’s Ark myth is not an original creation of the ancient Israelite scriptures, but a reworking of a Sumerian myth:
    http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gilgamesh_flood_myth

  5. Helvena
    Posted May 24, 2011 at 9:14 am | Permalink

    White, wealthy and in Brooklyn is Jewish ( both the adjective & the noun). Not everyone is impressed.
    http://www.brainwashed.com/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=3671&Itemid=9

  6. niqnaq
    Posted May 24, 2011 at 10:25 am | Permalink

    Helvena, coming from the web site of the record label who released Coil’s “His Body Was A Playground For The Nazi Elite”, their description of CocoRosie as “excruciatingly awful” should be read as a back-handed compliment, I think.

    If the song has a message then I suspect it is, “given all these holocausts and things, wouldn’t it be nice if humans, or at least most of them, could be treated more like animals? we could keep them in zoos and pet them sometimes.”

  7. Helvena
    Posted May 24, 2011 at 10:44 am | Permalink

    But isn’t it hip to use Nazi and fascist references? Doesn’t it prove that you (the universal you) are not anything ‘they’ are/were supposed to be? The wonderful thing about a universal evil is that the good people are united in their hate of the evil people. So you and walt for instance have common (subterranean) ground. But I still love you though your new look has taken some getting used to. Flutter, flutter

  8. niqnaq
    Posted May 24, 2011 at 10:49 am | Permalink

    I know it’s the new avatar is a bit warts-and-all. Blame my webcam.

    Quite true about the comments, I can tweak them ad infinitum after I post them.

  9. niqnaq
    Posted May 24, 2011 at 7:10 pm | Permalink

    The Brainwashed reviewer makes an interesting point in his review of the Noah’s Ark album:

    The Casady sisters appeared in publicity shots in self-consciously retro 1920s European flapper-wear and make-up, looking an awful lot like The Dresden Dolls.

    I don’t want to hammer this into the ground, but I shall anyway: the point about 1920s retro, from Lisa Minnelli in “Cabaret” onwards, is that this is the epoch of the polymorphous perversity of pre-sex, pre-Holocaust innocence. The implication is:

    Hetero sex >> adulthood >> sin >> death >> Holocaust.

    In another of their songs, “Terrible Angels”, CocoRosie actually manage to cite Rilke, Freud, and Hitler to this effect:

    If every angel’s terrible
    Then why do you welcome them…
    If blue eyed babes
    Raised as hitler’s little brides and sons
    They got angelic tendencies…
    Oh every angel’s terrible
    Said freud and rilke all the same…
    If every angel’s terrible…

    You can follow out the Rilke reference here:

    Every Angel is terror. And yet,
    ah, knowing you, I invoke you, almost deadly
    birds of the soul…

    Let the Archangel now, the dangerous one, from behind the stars,
    take a single step down and toward us: our own heart,
    beating on high would beat us down. What are you?…
    To sing the beloved is one thing, another, oh,
    that hidden guilty river-god of the blood.
    What does he know, himself, of that lord of desire, her young lover,
    whom she knows distantly, who often out of his solitariness,
    before the girl soothed him, often, as if she did not exist,
    held up, dripping, from what unknowable depths,
    his godhead, oh, rousing the night to endless uproar?

    It was not you, alas, not his mother
    that bent the arc of his brow into such expectation.
    Not for you, girl, feeling his presence, not for you,
    did his lips curve into a more fruitful expression.
    Do you truly think that your light entrance
    rocked him so, you who wander like winds at dawn?
    You terrified his heart, that’s so: but more ancient terrors
    plunged into him with the impetus of touching.
    Call him…you can’t quite call him away from that dark companion.
    Of course he wants to, and does, escape: relieved, winning
    his way into your secret heart, and takes on, and begins himself.
    Did he ever begin himself, though?

    Mother you made his littleness: you were the one who began him:
    to you he was new, you hung the friendly world
    over new eyes, and defended him from what was strange.
    Oh where are the years when you simply repelled
    the surging void for him, with your slight form?
    You hid so much from him then: you made the suspect room
    harmless at night, from your heart filled with refuge
    mixed a more human space with his spaces of night.
    Not in the darkness, no, in your nearer being
    you placed the light, and it shone as if out of friendship.
    There wasn’t a single creaking you couldn’t explain with a smile,
    as if you had long known when the floor would do so….

    And he heard you and was soothed. Your being
    was so tenderly potent: his fate there stepped,
    tall and cloaked, behind the wardrobe, and his restless future,
    so easily delayed, fitted the folds of the curtain.
    And he himself, as he lay there, relieved,
    dissolving a sweetness, of your gentle creation,
    under his sleepy eyelids, into the sleep he had tasted:
    seemed protected…..But inside: who could hinder,
    prevent, the primal flood inside him?

    Ah, there was little caution in the sleeper: sleeping,
    but dreaming, but fevered: what began there!
    How, new, fearful, he was tangled
    in ever-spreading tendrils of inner event:
    already twisted in patterns, in strangling growths,
    among prowling bestial forms. How he gave himself to it. Loved.
    Loved his inward world, his inner wilderness,
    that first world within, on whose mute overthrow
    his heart stood, newly green. Loved. Relinquished it, went on,
    through his own roots, to the vast fountain
    where his little birth was already outlived. Lovingly
    went down into more ancient bloodstreams, into ravines
    where Horror lay, still gorged on his forefathers. And every
    Terror knew him, winked, like an informant.
    Yes, Dread smiled…

  10. Helvena
    Posted May 24, 2011 at 7:53 pm | Permalink

    OK, so socially normal heterosexual sex equals Nazi, equals Jewish destruction. Given Adorno’s Authoritarian Personality theory, that is a patriarchal based society (which most societies are/were), I suppose it makes a sort of logic to a brain steeped in the Talmud. There are definitely strong feminist under tones here.

  11. hp
    Posted May 24, 2011 at 8:37 pm | Permalink

    Speaking of Avatars.

    Perhaps the ancient Israelites reworked from the Sumerians who reworked via the Matsya Avatar?

  12. niqnaq
    Posted May 25, 2011 at 3:13 am | Permalink

    http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Matsya, yes, why not?

    The femme Casady sister reminds me of Judy Garland, another symbol of protracted childhood and opposition to hetero sex. Gay people get extremely angry, understandably enough, if someone claims that they are cases of arrested sexual development. The argument really applies to the aesthetic they adopt — a commercially developed mass aesthetic — not to gayness per se.

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