| Artist | Rasputina |
| Song | The Olde Headboard |
| Director | Lisa Rubisch |
| Intro | No |
| Outro | No |
| Sound Mix | Stereo |
| Technical Specifications | colour - format unknown |
Rasputina performs "The Olde Headboard" in a dreamlike woodland setting populated by strange, ritualistic images. Melora Creager sits amid dozens of teacups, Julia Kent works with corsets on an apparently endless clothesline, and one performer kisses a taxidermy goat. Intercut with these unsettling vignettes, the band plays cello on a wooden stage beside a cabin that looks lifted from a German fairy tale. The result is a deliberately uncanny vision of domestic anxiety, Victorian grotesquerie, and chamber-goth performance.
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He has agreed To take me To the ice hotel from the magazine What we will need Is a gleaming key Made of ice as well By the finest ice machine. It's there that no one will stare At your jaws and your long fur The claws in your fingers. It's the past when the passerby laughed At your strange way of speaking Your batteries leaking ... |