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Lulu Lamontagne is the liminal space between historical periods, the creative-destructive force that pushes events forwards despite the protests of those dragged in its wake. Lulu is the end of the end of history. Lulu is the release of long suppressed emotions. Lulu is the part of you that thrills when things go wrong. Lulu is the impulse to burn it all down to warm yourself by the flames.
Lulu is not misunderstood - there is absolutely nothing to understand.
"Oh joy, at last, the end has come
A-through the streets with fiery tongue
And bone-white teeth a-bared.
And all the sins that you've compiled
Appear quite dim beside that smile
With Trojan flames like flecks of bile
Licking at the gums.
Now no more anxious waiting,
No more striving,
No more straining,
A self-obliterating day then finally done,
And, lightening, your heart is held
Before the final gun;
What's been has been, you're clean again,
Now that the end has come!"
- Lulu
Lulu is not misunderstood - there is absolutely nothing to understand.
"Oh joy, at last, the end has come
A-through the streets with fiery tongue
And bone-white teeth a-bared.
And all the sins that you've compiled
Appear quite dim beside that smile
With Trojan flames like flecks of bile
Licking at the gums.
Now no more anxious waiting,
No more striving,
No more straining,
A self-obliterating day then finally done,
And, lightening, your heart is held
Before the final gun;
What's been has been, you're clean again,
Now that the end has come!"
- Lulu