Hell and high water to bring you my love
Talking about Powell and Pressburger's Black Narcissus (1947) on Facebook, I wrote of Kathleen Byron in her final scene: "She looks like a Fury, like a sick rose. She looks like she's dead and she looks like she'll eat you alive. In that last minute, she's never been more beautiful."
Writing that out made me realize that in the eleven years since I first saw the movie, Sister Ruth has acquired a soundtrack in my head and it's PJ Harvey's "To Bring You My Love":
I've lain with the Devil
Cursed God above
Forsaken Heaven
To bring you my love

Writing that out made me realize that in the eleven years since I first saw the movie, Sister Ruth has acquired a soundtrack in my head and it's PJ Harvey's "To Bring You My Love":
I've lain with the Devil
Cursed God above
Forsaken Heaven
To bring you my love
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Second, I've always taken that chorus to be a checklist.
- Lay with the Devil.
- Curse God Above.
- Forsaken Heaven.
- Bring you my Love.
- Get Milk.
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Second, I've always taken that chorus to be a checklist.
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(I like the placement of "Get Milk." I think you're right that it's the thing you do on the way home, having successfully forsaken heaven and brought love.)