baroque tragedy

My world had for some years been in Lowood: my experience had been of its rules and systems; now I remembered that the real world was wide, and that a varied field of hopes and fears, of sensations and excitements, awaited those who had courage to go forth into its expanse, to seek real knowledge of life amidst its perils.

A record of the delightful piece they're going to play this evening
Ladies and gentlemen, ladies and gentlemen, ladies and gentlemen, ladies and gentlemen,
la-la-la-la-la-ladies and gentlemen, ladies and gentlemen, ladies and gentlemen, ladies and gentlemen,
Your-your-your attention please!
And the moment we've been waiting for is here
I-I have something to tell you
Que sera, sera
Whatever will be (vanilla), will be (vanilla), will be
The future's not our-future's not our-future's not our...
I believe in the future, I believe in the future, I don't believe in miracles
Ca-ca-can it be true: it must be true! No doubt!
Life is going on as normally as ever
But suddenly something seems to have happened (suddenly something seems to have happened)
Everybody seems to be staring in one direction
People seem to be frightened, even te-te-terrified
I want everybody to understand this
I-I don't understand
I don't understand
There are a lot of things we don't understand, either
We need answers from you: what did you expect to find? (What did you expect to find)
What's going to be our future?
It's your responsibility to do something about it
Well, I have the key: all I have to find is the lock, the lock, the lock
Now listen to me, all of you!
Que sera, sera
Whatever will be (vanilla), will be (vanilla), will be
Da-de-dahn-da-da
Da-da-da, oh you're divine!

4. Road to Benares (Bombay Dub Orchestra mix), Thunderball

{Jane advertises for the position of governess. The only she reply she gets is from a Mrs. Fairfax at Thornfield Hall to teach a young child: Miss Adele Varens, ward of a Mr. Edward Rochester. Jane sets off on her long journey with excitement.}

I mounted the vehicle which was to bear me to my new duties and new life in…unknown environs…

Instrumental

5. Our Dance (Siamese Dream dub), Charlotte Savary

{After months of being alone at Thornfield with only the housekeeper, Mrs. Fairfax, and Adele for company, Jane sets off on a walk in the gloomy, twilight fog. There, she happens by chance on the so-far absent Mr. Rochester, who is thrown from his horse before her eyes. He is injured, but she helps him mount his horse. Jane finds herself deeply intrigued by him.)

Something of daylight still lingered, and the moon was waxing bright: I could see him plainly. His figure was enveloped in a riding cloak…He had a dark face, with stern features and a heavy brow…I felt no fear of him, but a little shyness.

It's a story, but that's why I'm here, to tell you story, so picture the scene
Let's begin
The turn of the day
When all music fools come out to play
Until the drunk turn of night
So many stories to hear,
So many chicks to greet,
And beautiful faces unseen
What they were building ? No one could say.
At the turn of the night
We all wonder and chuckle in the lights
Until every floor is soaked through
Such crazy behaviors
Such noise in our ears
Lets all change gears
If we you really need to express something
But I don't know what it is I want to express ...
Or how to express it ?
Before this night ends,
I will mingle and find you
Until your hand is in my hand
So much sweat and laughter
So much for electric beats
And spark when you come so sweet
Thank you for a lovely invitation
Good night it’s been charming
At the turn of the day
When words become syllables
Will you remember our dance?
I ask myself that question all the time
At the turn of the day
When words become syllables
Will you remember our dance?
Ah! you remember that?
Something I should never forget!

6. Venus as a Boy, Bjork

{As Jane and Mr. Rochester come closer in company, considerable sexual tension and flirtatious teasing commences between the two. Rochester takes an interest in Jane and treats her as she longs to be treated: as an intellectual equal. But it’s obvious Mr. Rochester is hiding something – something dark and dangerous, perhaps?}

The ease of his manner freed me from painful restraint: the friendly frankness, as correct as cordial, with which he treated me, drew me to him.

His wicked sense of humor
Suggests exciting sex
His fingers focus on her
Touches, he's venus as a boy.
He believes in beauty
He's venus as a boy
He's exploring
The taste of her
Arousal
So accurate
He sets off
The beauty in her
He's venus as a boy
He believes in beauty
He's venus as a boy

7. Nothing’s Burning, Telepopmusik

{Jane, hearing a ‘demonic’ laugh in the corridor, follows the strange noise to Mr. Rochester’s room late at night. Within, she finds Mr. Rochester asleep – in a burning bed. She wakes him, and puts out the fire. They share a moment of illicit intimacy, but Mr. Rochester leaves without warning the next morning, much to Jane’s distress. Jane resolves, from then on, to be indifferent to Mr. Rochester.}

“I knew,” he continued, “you would do me good in some way, at some time;—I saw it in your eyes when I first beheld you: their expression and smile did not”—(again he stopped)—“did not” (he proceeded hastily) “strike delight to my very inmost heart so for nothing. People talk of natural sympathies; I have heard of good genii: there are grains of truth in the wildest fable. My cherished preserver, goodnight!”

Strange energy was in his voice, strange fire in his look.

***
“Journey!—Is Mr. Rochester gone anywhere? I did not know he was out.”

“Oh, he set off the moment he had breakfasted!”

I did it today, I made myself say
And I take back my tears, my sight, my love
No more does your magic work
On my heart
No more will your words ever tear me apart
I know now for certain
Nothing's burning anymore
And I came strolling along
Like your perfect girl in your perfect song
You'll forget who fixed you, in a little while
I know for certain
There's nothing burning anymore
I know now forever
Nothing's burning anymore

8. I Know, Fiona Apple

{Mr. Rochester returns ten days later, with a party of fashionable aristocrats. Among them is the beautiful belle of the county, Blanche Ingram. There is much speculation of Mr. Rochester marrying Blanche; indeed, everyone thinks it is only a matter of time. Jane is hurt at this turn of events, but she is still drawn to Mr. Rochester despite his interest in Blanche.}

I have told you, reader, that I had learnt to love Mr. Rochester: I could not unlove him now, merely because I found that he had ceased to notice me.

9. Light Years, Mozella

{Jane learns that her aunt, Mrs. Reed, is dying. She leaves Mr. Rochester to visit Mrs. Reed; once there, faced with her childhood memories, she is able to forgive her aunt. However, her aunt remains stubbornly unchanged and does not wish or care for Jane’s forgiveness.}

‘It is I, aunt, Jane Eyre.’

‘No, you are not Jane Eyre; I have had more trouble with that child than anyone would believe… I wish she had died!’

It's almost like you had it planned
It's like you smiled and shook my hand and said
"Hey, I'm about to screw you over, big time"
And what was I supposed to do?
I was stuck in between you and a hard place
We won't talk about the hard place
But I don't blame you anymore
That's too much pain to store
It left me half dead
Inside my head
And boy, looking back I see
I'm not the girl I used to be
When I lost my mind
It saved my life
It's how you wanted it to be
It's like you played a joke on me
And I lost a friend
In the end
And I think that I cried for days
But now that seems light years away
And I'm never going back
To who I was
That life seems like light years away
Light years away
And that life seems like light years away
Light years away

10. Paralyzed, The Cardigans

{When Jane returns from Mrs. Reed’s, she finds Rochester’s guests leaving. In Blanche’s absence, Jane and Mr. Rochester finally admit to their feelings for one another. Mr. Rochester admits that his dalliance with Blanche was ‘a nothing’, and he offers Jane his hand in marriage. Jane incredulously accepts and, after her acceptance, lightning strikes the tree under which they had been standing.}

'You, Jane--you strange--you almost unearthly thing!--I love as my own flesh. You--poor, obscure, small and plain as you are--I entreat you to accept me as a husband.'

This is where your sanity gives in
And love begins
Never lose your grip
Don't trip
Don't fall
You'll lose it all
The sweetest way to die
It lies deep inside
You can not hide
It's the meanest fire
Oh, it's a strange desire
You can not lie
That's a needless fight
This is where your sanity gives in
And love begins
When your blood runs dry
You're paralyzed
It will eat your mind
Did you hold it back
It comes to you in slow attacks
It's the meanest fire

11. Soft Upon The Lips, Kaskade

{Mr. Rochester and Jane, after a small period of courtship, are to be married. On their wedding day, Jane is in ecstasy over the thought of becoming Mrs. Rochester, but is also very apprehensive – and she does not know why…}

He took me into the dining room, surveyed me keenly all over, pronounced me ‘fair as a lily, and not only the pride of his life, but the desire of his eyes’ …

Soft upon the lips
Soft upon the lips… I’m with you
Forever
I could not imagine it
‘Till I found you
Unconditional
Contrite
You are my last breath
I’m with you
Soft upon the lips… I’m with you

12. The Mirror Conspiracy, Thievery Corporation

{The wedding ceremony is interrupted by a Mr. Mason and his solicitor: they declare the marriage cannot continue. Mr. Mason says that Mr. Rochester is already married to his sister, Bertha Mason. Mr. Rochester then brings the entire party – Jane included – away from the church and to the room in his house where he keeps his wife. Bertha is violent and insane, but still alive. The wedding will not take place; Jane is heartbroken.}

That bitter hour cannot be described: in truth, ‘the waters came into my soul; I sank in deep mire: I felt no standing; I came into deep waters; the floods overflowed me’.

What I did here
Is in the past
How could we see
We'd never last
And time will tell
When you're all lies
And now the truth
Is your demise
All my heart
All of your tears
Our whole world
Is smoke and mirrors

You hid yourself
In wondered eyes
But now I've seen
Through your disguise
From where I stand
A lovely view
Your world unwinds
I come unglued

13. Let It Die, Feist

{Mr. Rochester proposes that Jane and he move out England, so they can be free of Bertha Mason. Jane, on the other hand, resolves not to become ‘Edward Rochester’s mistress’. While Mr. Rochester is sleeping, Jane leaves Thornfield.}

‘Farewell!’ was the cry of my heart, as I left him. Despair added,— ‘Farewell, for ever!’

Let it die and get out of my mind
We don't see eye to eye
Or hear ear to ear
Don't you wish that we could forget that kiss
And see this for what it is
The saddest part of a broken heart
Isn't the ending so much as the start
It was hard to tell just how I felt
To not recognize myself
I started to fade away
And after all it won't take long to fall in love
Now I know what I don't want
I learned that with you
The saddest part of a broken heart
Isn't the ending so much as the start
The tragedy starts from the very first spark
Losing your mind for the sake of your heart

14. Black is the Color of My True Love’s Hair (Jaffa remix), Nina Simone