So this has been.my favorite song of OTEP's since it came out in 2004, and I always thought it was a song about a child's narrative of suffering in an abusive Christian home. But now that I am revisiting the lyrics, I am seeing something totally new.
This song could be gospel of John but from the perspective of Jesus.
Jesus was NOT having a good time up to and during the crucifixion. Everyone in the known world at the time looked to him with fear, admiration or disgust and he was constantly being asked questions. He spoke in "verses, prophesies and curses". He had made an enemy of the state, and believed the world was increasingly wicked and fallen from grace, or that he was in the "mouth of madness".
The spine of atlas is the structure that allows the titan to hold the world up. Jesus challenged the state and in doing so became a celebrated resistance figure. It also made him public enemy #1.
All of this happened simply because he was doing his thing, not because of any agenda he had or strategy.
And then he gets scourged (storm of thorns)
There are some plot holes here but I think it's an interesting interpretation.
and when i woke up, i woke up stiff and grey already,
posed in sleep by something half my cells made stone,
wrists and ankles crossed at a vulnerable angle,
and when i woke up, well i woke up alone
as the only fool or pharaoh present,
in a shoddy school museum collection
looted of gold, if there ever was some,
and even the good wood gone
remaining fingers curled around the memory of ra,
left not even with my death mask on,
heart and other organs missing for so long,
features faded and dated in estimation,
and even the good wood gone
drunk off a leak in the ceiling,
some mantra stuck on my lips in vain
no flash photography,
no flash photography,
no flash photography,
and when i'm really buried i'll be buried in cleveland,
with a new pair of skis and someone's old set of keys to their car,
and bottom floor apartment door and health club locker,
throw the scent of my true purpose from god and grave robbers
my true purpose which i will have taken the care to have kept hidden
even from myself my whole life
no flash photography,
no flash photography,
no flash photography,
already grey and rehearsing my mantra,
left hand gripping hockey stick or cattle prod,
my final futile act of double deception,
aloof and tinged with truth as the best lies are,
as i've always shot pool south paw,
and many of you who knew me saw
posed in sleep by something half my cells made stone,
wrists and ankles crossed at a vulnerable angle,
and when i woke up, well i woke up alone
as the only fool or pharaoh present,
in a shoddy school museum collection
looted of gold, if there ever was some,
and even the good wood gone
remaining fingers curled around the memory of ra,
left not even with my death mask on,
heart and other organs missing for so long,
features faded and dated in estimation,
and even the good wood gone
drunk off a leak in the ceiling,
some mantra stuck on my lips in vain
no flash photography,
no flash photography,
no flash photography,
and when i'm really buried i'll be buried in cleveland,
with a new pair of skis and someone's old set of keys to their car,
and bottom floor apartment door and health club locker,
throw the scent of my true purpose from god and grave robbers
my true purpose which i will have taken the care to have kept hidden
even from myself my whole life
no flash photography,
no flash photography,
no flash photography,
already grey and rehearsing my mantra,
left hand gripping hockey stick or cattle prod,
my final futile act of double deception,
aloof and tinged with truth as the best lies are,
as i've always shot pool south paw,
and many of you who knew me saw
Lyrics submitted by shitscold
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Should be "remaining fingers curled around the memory of Ra"
Ancient Egyptian sun God.
i am hearing it both ways now that you say it.<br /> <br /> anyone else have opinions? i'll change it once someone else weighs in
Pretty sure it's "remaining fingers curled around the memory of a rod." He even alludes to this later in the song when he says "left hand gripping hockey stick or cattle prod," as if one day his remaining fingers will curl the same way."
i always assumed it was "Iraq", but that doesn't really seem to make sense because of yoni's judaic background.<br /> <br /> i think that it is Ra, because of all the ancient egyptian references in the song; the process of embalming, grave robbers, etc.<br /> <br /> "left hand gripping hockey stick or cattle prod" is also a reference to a pharaoh's coffin. <br /> <br />
i feel like james85 is right. i can't imagine it NOT being "rod," especially because of the rod-like items mentioned later in the song: a hockey stick, a cattle prod, and (indirectly) a pool cue.
Yeah mang, it's definitely rod. Why would one's remaining fingers curl around the memory of Ra? That doesn't make any sense. Also, if it is Ra, then he'd be saying, "... around the memory of a Ra." You can clearly hear an "a" before the word in question.
"Rod" makes sense. It refers to the pharaoh's ceremonial crook and flail of ancient Egypt, and as james85 pointed out, the imagery is repeated in the hockey stick/cattle prod.