
This is followed quickly by a series of lyrical and visual disconnects. As he recites, "Thou shalt not attend an open mic and leave as soon as you've done your s---ty little song or poem, you self-righteous prick," we see Scroobius standing in the limelight of a stage barren, save the lone microphone. The next line, "Thou shalt not return to the same club or bar, week-in, week-out, just 'cuz you once saw a girl there you fancied that you're never going to f**king talk to," finds him sitting in a dim-lit club, beside what could very well be the kind of man he intends to hear these words. Then that fateful line I've quoted many times before, "Thou shalt not put musicians and recording artists on ridiculous pedestals, no matter how great they are or were," and where is Mr. Pip at this crucial moment? Standing on a white stone pillar, right where any passer-by could see him, of course!
Juxtaposing these elements brings them to the forefront and makes them the obvious central messages of the video. Because, as fun as the lines about pheonix/phoenix and "When I say..." are to watch, they do not linger in the viewer's mind to the same degree as these strange disjunctions.