| Song | This Bloody Tarkhovsky Film |
| Artist | Antennas to Heaven |
| Album | The Line Between Myth and Reality Has Always Been in Finland |
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| [00:00.00] | 作曲 : Hodgson, Smith |
| [00:04.30] | We had this lecturer once who said that memory was the absolute key to identity. To who you are. |
| [00:09.95] | That there is no innate, natural, biological you who exists constantly. But instead, you wake up every morning and you have to remember who you are. |
| [00:17.05] | And like, you go through this process where you open your eyes and gradually you remember stuff about yourself. |
| [00:21.86] | Not emotions or feelings but actions. And as you remember the situations you've been in and how you reacted to those situations. |
| [00:28.53] | Then they all add up to how you behave through the course of the day. So there is no defined you as such. |
| [00:33.35] | Just what you did yesterday. And what you did ages ago as well. All these choices are what make you do or what you do. |
| [00:38.61] | There is no self as such. Just memories of who you've been. And then he showed us this bloody Tarkhovsky film. |
| [01:07.06] | But what I was thinking was that you could change yourself. If that was true，you could change yourself. |
| [01:12.44] | I mean, if you misremembered something, just one thing, on purpose, you'd be a different person. |
| [01:17.76] | If you convinced yourself that you never said that or you never punched him, then it would be gone and you'd be different. |
| [01:22.98] | And maybe, you'd be better. So years later I'm at work and I get this e-mail about some mundane shite. |
| [01:29.32] | I don't know, to do with photocopiers or something. And the person it was from had used an account other than their own. |
| [01:34.53] | So the from at the bottom was different to the from at the top. |
| [01:37.24] | And more than that, even though they'd actually typed my address with my name on it,they got my name wrong. |
| [01:42.40] | So reading this crap, from Julie or Steven and to Peter or Philip I couldn't help but think what the fuck am I doing here? |
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| [00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Hodgson, Smith |
| [00:04.30] | We had this lecturer once who said that memory was the absolute key to identity. To who you are. |
| [00:09.95] | That there is no innate, natural, biological you who exists constantly. But instead, you wake up every morning and you have to remember who you are. |
| [00:17.05] | And like, you go through this process where you open your eyes and gradually you remember stuff about yourself. |
| [00:21.86] | Not emotions or feelings but actions. And as you remember the situations you' ve been in and how you reacted to those situations. |
| [00:28.53] | Then they all add up to how you behave through the course of the day. So there is no defined you as such. |
| [00:33.35] | Just what you did yesterday. And what you did ages ago as well. All these choices are what make you do or what you do. |
| [00:38.61] | There is no self as such. Just memories of who you' ve been. And then he showed us this bloody Tarkhovsky film. |
| [01:07.06] | But what I was thinking was that you could change yourself. If that was true, you could change yourself. |
| [01:12.44] | I mean, if you misremembered something, just one thing, on purpose, you' d be a different person. |
| [01:17.76] | If you convinced yourself that you never said that or you never punched him, then it would be gone and you' d be different. |
| [01:22.98] | And maybe, you' d be better. So years later I' m at work and I get this email about some mundane shite. |
| [01:29.32] | I don' t know, to do with photocopiers or something. And the person it was from had used an account other than their own. |
| [01:34.53] | So the from at the bottom was different to the from at the top. |
| [01:37.24] | And more than that, even though they' d actually typed my address with my name on it, they got my name wrong. |
| [01:42.40] | So reading this crap, from Julie or Steven and to Peter or Philip I couldn' t help but think what the fuck am I doing here? |