Lady Gaga ‘Marry the Night’ Highlights: The Insane Asylum, the Cheerios and the Bedazzler [VIDEO]

Marry the Night is the next single off Gaga's album Born This Way. The video is a whopping 14 minutes long, more of a novella than a music video really.

The video opens with a monologue from Gaga (full-text below). Gaga is being wheeled into a clinic after some sort of operation. As the nurse tends to Gaga, the singer - with jaggedly cropped hair - says I'm going to be a star.

Some beautiful classical music then plays and viewers see Gaga go home. This scene flashes back and forth between her bedroom and ballet performances. Gaga lies naked in a bed, throws Cheerios at her body and colors her hair blue. The Cheerios bit was pretty questionable. Gaga will have to answer that one. 

Then the scene shifts and she is at a ballet studio. You may say I lost everything, she says, but I still had my bedazzler. 

Gaga struts around in a denim, rhinestone-studded outfit until finally Marry the Night starts around the 8-minute mark.

The video is a montage of Gaga hanging upside down in and dancing on a busted-up car while a fire blazes in the background; attending a dance class looking dramatically different from the other ballerinas; and finally a visible rebellion.

The video ends with Gaga leaving in a town-car with the words Interscope Records, Hollywood, CA 4 p.m. written on her hand.

According to the songstress, the video is supposed to be autobiographical; though, as always, it is quite cryptic and zany. But what else would one expect from Gaga? All in all, Marry the Night turned out to be an interesting video in typical Gaga-odd fashion. Of course it could have been a bit shorter, but the opening monologue was quite philosophical -- and Gaga proves herself to be quite the actress. 

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Full-Text

When I look back on my life, it's not that I don't want to see things exactly as they happened, it's just that I prefer to remember them in an artistic way. And truthfully, the lie of it all is much more honest because I invented it.

Clinical psychology tells us arguably that trauma is the ultimate killer. Memories are not recycled like atoms and particles in quantum physics; they can be lost forever. It's sort of like my past is an unfinished painting and as the artist of that painting, I must fill in all the ugly holes and make it beautiful again.

It's not that I've been dishonest, it's just that I loathe reality.

For example, those nurses - they're wearing next season Calvin Klein, and so am I. And the shoes - custom Giuseppe Zanotti. I tipped their gauze caps to the side like Parisian berets because I think it's romantic, and I also believe that mint will be very big in fashion next Spring.

Check out this nurse on the right, she's got a great ass. Bam.

The truth is, back then at the clinic, they only wore those funny hats to keep the blood out of their hair. And that girl on the left - she ordered gummy bears and a knife a couple of hours ago. They only gave her the gummy bears.

I'd wished they'd only given me the gummy bears.