Under the Silver Lake: Hidden Messages in Pop Culture

Check out this clip from the film Under the Silver Lake from 2018.

Like I continue to tell you, they put it right in your face.

Check this out.

I don't always worry what the message is.

I just

pass it along. I slip it between the notes,

hide it away from people that know it's there.

You're saying you've done this before?

Codes?

I wrote the music your dad grew up to,

half of what you sang along to as a kid, and I'm still doing

it.

These teenagers are dancing to my music.

I want it that way. Tell me why.

You're telling me there's

hidden messages in old pop songs?

Movies, television shows,

everything you know.

Why?

That's pop culture, isn't it? Floats away like tissue paper.

I blow my nose,

I find a used Kleenex, I recycle it,

and there is your wedding song. Here it comes.

I wanna know what love is

and I want you to show me.

What are the tunnels for? Is there gonna be a war?

Oh, hell, I don't know.

I'm just trying to make a living,

earn a few dollars.

But you have everything.

No.

You know this girl?

Well, isn't she pretty?

Earth angel, earth angel.

She was killed.

Oh, won't you be mine?

Well.

Along with Jefferson Sevens, but I

think you already knew that, huh?

No, I did not.

I don't care what's fashionable or cool.

It's all silly and it's all meaningless.

I created so many of the things that you care

about,

the songs that give your life purpose and

joy. When you were 15 and rebelling, you were

rebelling to my music.

Uh-oh,

that's one you know.

That song

was not written on distorted guitar.

No,

I wrote it here

on piano somewhere between a blow job

and an omelet. There is no rebellion.

There's only me earning a paycheck.

I don't believe you.

Well, good, because the real message was not meant for you.

So it's better if you just smile, and you dance, and you

enjoy the melody because this ugly old man, me,

I am the voice of your generation, your

grandparents, your parents, and all the young people that

follow you. I love rock and roll. Drop

another dime in the jukebox, baby.

Aw, look at you.

Everything that you hoped for, that you dreamed about being

a part of, is a fabrication.

Your art,

your writing,

your culture

is the shell of other men's ambitions, ambitions

beyond what you will ever understand.

That's funny to you?

Well, it's a little bit funny,

don't you think?

Because I wrote this.

And I wrote this.

And I wrote this.

Stop it.

And I wrote this too.

Stop it.

Who's paying you to write these songs?

Who's paying you to write these songs?

Oh, shit.

The world's a stage, and if that clip doesn't show you what you need

to see to

understand subliminal messaging that they put in movies, music,

and entertainment,

I don't know what else you need to see. They put it right in your face.

They disguise it, but the subconscious mind sees it for what

it is.

It takes in the information, and that's how they gain your consent.

Spread love, be love, one love. Divine God sees all.

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