Intertextuality
The video above is of REM's song 'Bad Day'. This video has references to news channels such as The O'Reilly Factor etc.
In the video, Stipe appears as the Morning Team's news anchor Cliff Harris; Mills doubles as roving reporter Ed Colbert and meteorologist Rick Jennings; and Buck as climate expert Geoff Sayers and the reporter Eric Nelson. News stories shown include a monsoon contained within an apartment, a senator's office flooding, and a tornado inside a boy's bedroom.
Above are screen shots from the music promo. You can see how they linked their video to the news from the way they looked to the props they use and even the small scrolling titles at the bottom of the screen.
It is a powerful political
critique of politicians and the media reporting on them and topics of the day.
That is, it is not just about someone having a bad day. The main thing I wanted
to add was the whole bit about "please don't take a picture." To me
that has always been a funny tongue-in-cheek reference to political scandals
and ethical / legal issues, where the white collar criminal always looks so
stupid trying to hide their faces.
The first verse is about the media
being jerking with stories that aren't independent, but somehow too politically
biased, either telling "thick shit" about those they don't favour, or
portraying others as "whitewashed" and non-stick ("Teflon")
clean. And all this to a degree where we just "pay it never mind".The second verse, I think, is about politicians acting crazy for the media, but if you "look behind the eyes" you see that they really mean to "save my own ass, screw these guys".
In the last two verses it gets more serious. I think the third verse is about oil. "We dug in deep" (for oil?) "The price is steep" (oil prices are raising fast?), and I have can easily follow that the oil traders can be some creeps. "The lights went out, the oil ran dry": America is very (too) dependent on oil, when there's no oil everything stops. All this we "blame on the other guy", who else but the favourite scapegoat of the 21th century: the Arabic world/the middle east, which ties perfectly to the next verse: "sure we're all equal", but this is "THE church" saying nearly like Orwell puts it in Animal Farm, that some people (in this case the Christians) are more equal than other (in this case the Muslims). I think "ashes to ashes, we all fall down" is a way of saying that neither part will benefit from this growing tension, and if we don't "ignore the lower fear" (deep fear? - fear of the unknown/strange? - religions (being the ones "explaining" all the big questions we will never know the answers to) then "this means war".
These are the lyric to the video:
"Bad Day"
A Public service announcement
followed me home the other day
I paid it never mind. Go away.
Shits so thick you could stir it
with a stick- free Teflon whitewashed presidency
We're sick of being jerked around
Wear that on your sleeve
Broadcast me a joyful noise unto
the times, lord,
Count your blessings.
We're sick of being jerked around
We all fall down.
Have you ever seen the televised
St. vitus subcommittee prize
Investigation dance?
Those-ants-in- pants glances.
Well, look behind the eyes
It's a hallowed, hollow
anesthesized
"save my own ass, screw
these guys"
smoke and mirror lock down
Broadcast me a joyful noise unto
the times, lord,
Count your blessings.
the papers wouldn't lie!
I sigh. Not one more
Its been a bad day.
Please dont take a picture
Its been a bad day.
Please
We're dug in the deep the price
is steep.
The auctioneer is such a creep.
The lights went out, the oil ran
dry
We blamed it on the other guy
Sure, all men are created equal.
Heres the church, heres the
steeple
Please stay tuned--we cut to
sequel
ashes, ashes, we all fall down.
Broadcast me a joyful noise unto
the times, lord, Count your blessings.
Ebrace the lowest fear/Ignore the
lower fears
Ugh, this means war.
Its been a bad day.
Br.
Broadcast me a joyful noise unto
the times, lord,
Count your blessings.
We're sick of being jerked around
We all fall down.
Its been a bad day...
Pleaase..
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