Business Man: We have already sacrificed our youth. Can we do more?
[repeated line]

Stefan: Blessed be the one who sits down.
[about his son]

Kalle: He wrote poetry till he went nuts!
[throwing away Christ crucifixes he couldn't sell]

Business Man: I am so embarrassed, my face is red. I staked everything on a loser.
Kalle: What can I say? It's not easy being human.
The speechwriter: My approach was a rather philosophical one. About being human year after year. This is how I see it. Life is time, and time is a stretch of road. That makes life a journey, a trip. Don't you think so?

Stefan: Yes. I guess you could look at it that way.

The speechwriter: Yet in order to travel you need a map and a compass. Otherwise you wouldn't know where you were. Would you?

Stefan: No.

The speechwriter: And our map and compass are our traditions. Our heritage, our history. Aren't they?

Stefan: Yeah, sure.

The speechwriter: If we don't understand this... Before we know it, we're fumbling around in the dark. Where are we?

Songs from the Second Floor Quotes

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Songs from the Second Floor short comments

Ericka 2022-03-20 09:02:27

The person who only shows his feet and the person watching him, the observant and the observer who are not fully displayed, the onlookers who cannot see the face and the inner perspective all arouse people's interest. From talking about specific things smoothly to talking about the meaning of life, I started to make music. The same fixed shots, each of which is like a performance in a theater, should be interesting enough to connect these performances in series. There seems to be makeup on the character's face, and a thick layer of white powder is applied to see the beating. The crowd watching from a distance is sitting on the bed, contemplating the group portrait on the train suddenly singing to the camera. Next shot, answering the phone in the bar The people are also singing. Outside is a world like "Southern Expressway". No one knows how to get out of here. a little too much
Merle 2022-03-27 09:01:15

The first part of Roy Anderson's "Life" trilogy. The personal style is distinct, the long and silent staring at each other, the expressionless face that seems to cry at any time, and the long-range ant axis. The gray and cold end-time mood extends, the society collapses, the religious meaning disappears, but long live the money, the heaven and sorrow of the skeptic. And the sitters are lovely. And the bald and hatless are cute.