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.
Arnica might take out the throes that I threw in my head
Bruno, your wife shakes the bedclothes as she makes up your bed
I'm tired of life, I'm tired of waiting for someone
I'm tired of prices, I'm tired of waiting for something
I have a right to know what's in store, to know what should be said
Could I have it all, could I have you for a night in the warmth of your bed?
I'm tired of life, I'm tired of waiting for someone
I'm tired of prices, I'm tired of waiting for something
I'm tired of life, I'm tired of life
I'm tired of life, I'm tired of life
I'm tired of life, I'm tired of life
Oh be patient with me, for the night weighs on my chest with a terrible storm
Though we may disagree on how things should be done, on how crisis is born
Don't consider it done, wait until Leviathan lovingly creeps in your sill
For he waits in the dark, brooding magically, mustering paperback feelings
No I'm not afraid of death or strife or injury, accidents, they are my friends
Bruno, your wife shakes the bedclothes as she makes up your bed
I'm tired of life, I'm tired of waiting for someone
I'm tired of prices, I'm tired of waiting for something
I have a right to know what's in store, to know what should be said
Could I have it all, could I have you for a night in the warmth of your bed?
I'm tired of life, I'm tired of waiting for someone
I'm tired of prices, I'm tired of waiting for something
I'm tired of life, I'm tired of life
I'm tired of life, I'm tired of life
I'm tired of life, I'm tired of life
Oh be patient with me, for the night weighs on my chest with a terrible storm
Though we may disagree on how things should be done, on how crisis is born
Don't consider it done, wait until Leviathan lovingly creeps in your sill
For he waits in the dark, brooding magically, mustering paperback feelings
No I'm not afraid of death or strife or injury, accidents, they are my friends
Lyrics submitted by lesea, edited by WhisperinPines
Arnika Lyrics as written by Sufjan Stevens
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FUCKING depressing.