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Metanoia, reshaping the world
It can teach you
And reprogram you
It can show you the flood
That's trapped inside
This one's alive
The tail is breathing
And she's listening
Kill the serpent
Divide, disperse and grow
Into an oak
A silver lining on a black scale
Wicked hunter on three hooves he still rode
But where is the fourth?
You can climb there
To your lofty perch
It can teach you the fairytale of hurt
Mystic referee, don't look on me with scorn
I'm a child, I'm a lover being born
Satchidananda
Disregard the path I'm on
You can justify the action, should you bless
My ambition and my indecisiveness
Satchidananda
Let me know that you exist
Watch me tremble as I'm answering the phone
I am separate from everything you know
Mystic referee I promise to return
Once I've given up and lessons have been learned
Satchidananda
You can watch my fire burn
We were talkin' junk right,
Just before the show
This wild-eyed kid came up to the fence
He took one look at us, and he said:
"Help me,
Drummer,
Ticket,
Yeah!"
We didn't play his favorite song,
Now he'll never come to another show
Hospitals and woods confirm
Red in the eyes of everyone
Parasites and lovers scrape the meat from bones
Turned into jade and tiger's eye
Save me some dark hair over a face like hers
She'll help the rain come to a pour
Bathroom floor of stone and tiles broke in two
Warm where they touch her porcelain
Timid skin I'm careful to untie this road
Wrapped in a knot indifferent
Lion's foot unearthing all the things i've seen
But never truly understood
Rotten wood from oceans that were never green
Crumbles beneath the canopy
Secretly
Let's pretend we never touched the sugar
Tonight, under rose
You won't find another wheel to roll
When autumn winds appear
We wear these fears on our right
It just wants to be surreal 'cause
All dressed in diamond image jeans
Mercury's found in old field
We miserable in love
And chance we walked
Right on in, into the streets of the city but
Watching people disappear
Without reaching out
Years and years
You're left by yourself
On the wheel
It can teach you
And reprogram you
It can show you the flood
That's trapped inside
This one's alive
The tail is breathing
And she's listening
Kill the serpent
Divide, disperse and grow
Into an oak
A silver lining on a black scale
Wicked hunter on three hooves he still rode
But where is the fourth?
You can climb there
To your lofty perch
It can teach you the fairytale of hurt
Mystic referee, don't look on me with scorn
I'm a child, I'm a lover being born
Satchidananda
Disregard the path I'm on
You can justify the action, should you bless
My ambition and my indecisiveness
Satchidananda
Let me know that you exist
Watch me tremble as I'm answering the phone
I am separate from everything you know
Mystic referee I promise to return
Once I've given up and lessons have been learned
Satchidananda
You can watch my fire burn
We were talkin' junk right,
Just before the show
This wild-eyed kid came up to the fence
He took one look at us, and he said:
"Help me,
Drummer,
Ticket,
Yeah!"
We didn't play his favorite song,
Now he'll never come to another show
Hospitals and woods confirm
Red in the eyes of everyone
Parasites and lovers scrape the meat from bones
Turned into jade and tiger's eye
Save me some dark hair over a face like hers
She'll help the rain come to a pour
Bathroom floor of stone and tiles broke in two
Warm where they touch her porcelain
Timid skin I'm careful to untie this road
Wrapped in a knot indifferent
Lion's foot unearthing all the things i've seen
But never truly understood
Rotten wood from oceans that were never green
Crumbles beneath the canopy
Secretly
Let's pretend we never touched the sugar
Tonight, under rose
You won't find another wheel to roll
When autumn winds appear
We wear these fears on our right
It just wants to be surreal 'cause
All dressed in diamond image jeans
Mercury's found in old field
We miserable in love
And chance we walked
Right on in, into the streets of the city but
Watching people disappear
Without reaching out
Years and years
You're left by yourself
On the wheel
Lyrics submitted by Baldwin_XX
Track duration: 13:50
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The opening line gives a description of metanoia which is {the process of experiencing a psychotic "break down" and subsequent, positive psychological re-building or "healing"}
"The tale is breathing, and shes listening" this line , in my view, gives the feeling of sudden awareness, to know that this existence is a story and it is very much alive, "she" is hard to determine, i would say a goddess or even the spirit of the earth since this song is full of ancient mythology.
"kill the serpent, divide, disperse and grow into an oak"
this relates to some celtic symbolism. the serpent is an image for metanoia. the serpent sheds its skin and is seen anew. the celtics used serpents as symbols for the cycles of the earth. and in this case it is a dying of self to be reborn. So the divide is clearly seen in this imagery. and now that one is free of its former self it can grow. the oak, in celtic view is considered a cosmic storehouse of wisdom embodied within its towering strength.
"silver lining on a black scale" could be using the serpent to say that there is still a bond between the darker realities and lighter with the imagrey of the serpents shed skin as a silver lining on its black scale. black scale also being an indifferent and dark judgement. such as the universe is indifferent and filled with black and a silver lining of stars.
"Wicked hunter on three hooves he still rode
But where is the fourth?
You can climb there
To your lofty perch
It can teach you the fairytale of hurt"
the image of the wicked hunter riding on a three legged horse comes from danish folklore. helhest is a three legged horse that brings death and illness. hel in norse mythology derives from a word meaning 'to cover up or hide something' and is adapted in english as hell. hest meaning horse. so we have the image now of a wicked hunter which rides on a hell horse collecting souls. the question is asked "but where is the fourth?" hel "to conceal" it is repressed but can be revealed if you "climb to your lofty perch, it can teach you the fairy tale of hurt" which in a sense , the writer has literally pieced together literal fairy tales of hurt but in a much less literal sense it is transcendent and up to each of us storytellers to see our own.
"Mystic referee, don't look on me with scorn
I'm a child, I'm a lover being born
Satchidananda
Disregard the path I'm on"
the mystic referee is a personified collection of rules that society hold or that we ourselves hold because when you venture into the mind and through the hive mind of society and further you find yourself fearful of judgement(dont look on me with scorn) for the places you travel and the state your in. judgment by whom? it can come from many places most importantly yourself, it is referred to by mgmt as the mystic referee, which i love.
back to the rebirth "im a child im a lover being born" a statement to the referee (himself) when he hits a wall of fear and judgement. and to realize that there is no shame that you are a child and lover going through the painful and ugly process of being born. you come into a new realm "Satchidananda
Let me know that you exist" the eternal bliss consciousness. state of supreme enlightenment. in this state of birthing and pain we need desperately to know that something better exists.. the whole world does. were all looking for it in all kinds of places. but if you can forget about the specifics of your religion or belief system or philosophies. (disregard the path im on) you can see how its all connected (satchidananda)
"watch me tremble as im answering the phone, i am seperate from everything you know.mystic referee i promise to return , once ive given up and lessons have been learned. satchidananda. you can watch my fire burn."
in these lines you see a return to fear and a retreat from the peak of the trip. answering the phone is a term coined in the 60's for getting a message during a trip (a state of enlightenment) which can be a frightening experience even if its beautiful , simply overwhelming really. he goes on to tell the ref that he will return when he can make better sense of what has happened and he will again subject himself to the fire of purgatory 'hel' and dig up his subconscious mind to be judged by his now expanded conscious mind.
and this is also where im giving up. i promise to return with the rest tomorrow.
I noticed a theme of feeling incomplete in this song and in others:
"wicked hunter, three hooves, he still rode... you can climb there to your lofty perch" also comes up in Flash Delirium: "climbing a tree with a missing limb and not saving anyone" AND Someone's Missing is basically all over dat shiet.
So yeah, anyway, there's the theme of artistic expression: "it can show you the flood that's trapped inside, this one's alive"-- to draw another comparison, is found in Siberian Breaks when he's singing about "the voice" etc.
I think that this "voice" is personified in Metanoia, when he's singing about the woman in the bathroom-- "she'll help the rain come to a pour" and "the tail is breathing and she's listening".
Then,
"Lion's foot unearthing all the things i've seen but never truly understood: rotting wood from oceans that were never green crumbles beneath the canopy secretly"
--Someone else commented that lion's foot is something used for snake bites, so as a healing agent, it's drawing up some feelings/ideas/abstractions from the narrators subconscious: things that could never be fully expressed because he never fully understood them, so they just waste away in "oceans that were never green"-- i'm thinking "green" means "new", so it's saying like, there's just an ancient ocean of unspoken ideas and feelings (collective unconscious?? jungian philosophy?? i'm probably over-analyzing this but it's interesting!)
anyway i could keep talking about this but i think i got the basic points of my interpretation down
Thoughts? I'm still working this song out, but I love it. The outro gets me, especially.
I'm a child, I'm a lover being born
Satchidananda
Disregard the path I'm on
I think the song is about finding religion later in life, but in order for that spiritual awakening to happen you sometimes need to have a compete breakdown to realize what needs to be fixed. The mystic referee they refer to is obviously God, who is the ultimate decider in what's right and wrong. The person in the song knows he's fucking up his life but he doesn't want God to judge him for his actions ("disgregard the path I'm on".
Mystic referee I promise to return
Once I've given up and lessons have been learned
He knows that the way he's living right now isn't working and that he'll eventually turn back to religion once he's hit his rock bottom, or as they say in the song, once lessons have been learned. Kind of reminds me of the people in prison who claim to be born again Christians.
satcitananda = existence, consciousness, and bliss
interesting..
"Let's pretend we never touched the sugar..." is also a pretty obvious statement. (: