| Artist | Blur |
| Song | On Your Own |
| Album | Blur |
| Director | Sophie Muller |
| Intro | No |
| Outro | No |
| Sound Mix | Stereo |
| Technical Specifications | colour - format unknown |
| Release date |
Blur perform in and around a stark industrial wasteland in Barcelona, surrounded by graffiti, rubble, and discarded objects. Damon Albarn takes center stage in a floppy hat, delivering the song with exaggerated, loose-limbed energy while Graham Coxon, Alex James, and Dave Rowntree appear in separate corners of the site, each absorbed in an odd activity. The disconnected images, abrupt cuts, and playful physicality create a deliberately chaotic atmosphere that matches the song's restless, surreal mood rather than presenting a conventional narrative.
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Holy man tiptoed his way across the Ganges The sound of magic music in his ears Videoed by a bus load of tourists Shiny shellsuits on, and drinking lemonade Now, I've got a funny feeling which I bought mail order From a man in a tee-pee in California He said he once was that great game show performer Then he blew all his money away, blew it all away So take me home, don't leave me alone I'm not that good, but I'm not that bad No psycho killer, hooligan guerilla I dream to riot, oh you should try it I'll eat parole get gold card soul ... |