Sparks - Excerpts from ‘The Seduction of Ingmar Bergman' lyrics
[Sparks - Excerpts from ‘The Seduction of Ingmar Bergman' lyrics]
I am Ingmar Bergman
You may or may not know my films
You may or may not know anything
About me as a person
Still, the strange events following the
Warm and unexpected reception
To my film Smiles Of A Summer Night
Are something that no one has
Known about – until now
Good, Evil, God, the Devil, Life
Death – these
Were my usual concerns this film, though
Was a comedy a comedy! How far from a comedy
The events to follow would be
Have you ever felt compelled to
Do something against your will?
I have i have
You see, I have a total disdain
For escapist art, and yet why
On that cold May afternoon in Stockholm in
1956, did I feel the need to enter that movie
Theatre to see escapist art
Of the worst sort
A typical American action film
Well, the title is not what
Is important what is important
Is that I felt compelled to
Stay against my will, for 90 long minutes
Why? Was it the urge to
Partake of something mindless?
Was it the urge to
Indulge in something vacuous?
Was it the urge to do
Something unlike Ingmar Bergman
And, as lights finally came on I got
Up and walked out as quickly as
I could and onto the street –
But not the street I expected
Mr bergman, how are you?
Something we can get for you?
Some Ramlösa, like some ice?
My name’s Gerald Geoffrey Weiss
We’ve got to turn him ‘round
Not let him let us down
We’ve got to turn him ‘round
Not let him turn us down
We’ve got to turn him ‘round
Not let him turn us down
How could he be so small to
Turn us down at all
How could he be so small to
Turn us down at all
He’s great, but not that great
He thinks he has a choice in all this
He thinks he has a choice in all this
He thinks he has a choice in all this
We’ve offered him the moon
Rejected us like goons
And all the while unfazed
His eyes were dull and glazed
But all that’s in the past
He really has some goal to
Turn us down at all
He really has some goal to
Turn us down at all is anyone that great?
Let’s see how well he does without us
He’ll see that he is lost without us
He’ll never be that great without us
Bergman, Bergman, Bergman, Bergman
Bergman, Bergman, Bergman, bergman
He’s home, he’s home, and we’re so glad
He’s home, he’s home, and we’re so glad
No fireworks, no marching band
No fireworks, no marching band
But old and young, rejoice and cheer
But old and young, rejoice and cheer
Without him here, we’re barely here
Without him here, we’re barely here
Ah, but Bergman well, he examines all
And most of all himself
Good night, that’s all
Good night, that’s all
You may or may not know my films
You may or may not know anything
About me as a person
Still, the strange events following the
Warm and unexpected reception
To my film Smiles Of A Summer Night
Are something that no one has
Known about – until now
Good, Evil, God, the Devil, Life
Death – these
Were my usual concerns this film, though
Was a comedy a comedy! How far from a comedy
The events to follow would be
Have you ever felt compelled to
Do something against your will?
I have i have
You see, I have a total disdain
For escapist art, and yet why
On that cold May afternoon in Stockholm in
1956, did I feel the need to enter that movie
Theatre to see escapist art
Of the worst sort
A typical American action film
Well, the title is not what
Is important what is important
Is that I felt compelled to
Stay against my will, for 90 long minutes
Why? Was it the urge to
Partake of something mindless?
Was it the urge to
Indulge in something vacuous?
Was it the urge to do
Something unlike Ingmar Bergman
And, as lights finally came on I got
Up and walked out as quickly as
I could and onto the street –
But not the street I expected
Mr bergman, how are you?
Something we can get for you?
Some Ramlösa, like some ice?
My name’s Gerald Geoffrey Weiss
We’ve got to turn him ‘round
Not let him let us down
We’ve got to turn him ‘round
Not let him turn us down
We’ve got to turn him ‘round
Not let him turn us down
How could he be so small to
Turn us down at all
How could he be so small to
Turn us down at all
He’s great, but not that great
He thinks he has a choice in all this
He thinks he has a choice in all this
He thinks he has a choice in all this
We’ve offered him the moon
Rejected us like goons
And all the while unfazed
His eyes were dull and glazed
But all that’s in the past
He really has some goal to
Turn us down at all
He really has some goal to
Turn us down at all is anyone that great?
Let’s see how well he does without us
He’ll see that he is lost without us
He’ll never be that great without us
Bergman, Bergman, Bergman, Bergman
Bergman, Bergman, Bergman, bergman
He’s home, he’s home, and we’re so glad
He’s home, he’s home, and we’re so glad
No fireworks, no marching band
No fireworks, no marching band
But old and young, rejoice and cheer
But old and young, rejoice and cheer
Without him here, we’re barely here
Without him here, we’re barely here
Ah, but Bergman well, he examines all
And most of all himself
Good night, that’s all
Good night, that’s all