Music
See also: Thor (soundtrack)In March 2011, Buena Vista Records announced the details for the soundtrack. The album includes Patrick Doyle's original score from the film and it was released in some European territories at the end of April.
In April 2011, Marvel Studios president Kevin Feige revealed that the music of the Foo Fighters was added to the film. The song "Walk" plays during a scene in which Thor, stripped of his powers and marooned on Earth, retreats to a New Mexico roadhouse to drink away the night with boilermakers and carouse with Stellan Skarsgård's character. The track plays again over the closing credits. Feige stated:
It was literally one of those things that came together in a matter of weeks, and if you asked two months ago if we would have a Foo Fighters song in this movie, I would have said I don't think so, but we heard the song and it just has these eerie appropriate lyrics and themes. The song wasn't written for the movie, obviously, it's on their new album, but we almost couldn't believe it when we heard it. Ken in particular just loved it with these lyrics about learning to walk again and the way that fit the themes of the movie about redemption, learning to be a hero. The song starts off talking about being a million miles away from home and yearning and being separated by vast distances, and it's no secret that Thor and Jane are from different worlds.Read more about this topic: Thor (film)
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“Nothing is capable of being well set to music that is not nonsense.”
—Joseph Addison (1672–1719)
“Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses,
A box where sweets compacted lie;
My music shows ye have your closes,
And all must die.”
—George Herbert (1593–1633)
“See where my Love sits in the beds of spices,
Beset all round with camphor, myrrh, and roses,
And interlaced with curious devices
Which her apart from all the world incloses!
There doth she tune her lute for her delight,
And with sweet music makes the ground to move,
Whilst I, poor I, do sit in heavy plight,
Wailing alone my unrespected love;”
—Bartholomew Griffin (d. 1602)