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.
Ya, ya-ya-ya, ya-ya-ya, ya-ya-ya, ya
Well, I'm an animal
Somethin' like a cannibal
I'm very flammable
And partially programmable
Centuries of overuse
Now I wear it nice and loose
Ya, ya-ya-ya, ya-ya-ya, ya-ya-ya, ya
Well, it's ubiquitous
Tell me, can you stick to this?
I'm on the brink of this
And tell me what you think of this
I'm in the Beauregard's
Slow me down if I get hard
We've only just begun
Funky monks are on the run
Gonna, gonna, gonna get you with the tip of my tongue
And when you walk away
I know what the kids would say
Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, ah
Gonna get you now
Her perfume smells like gasoline
My girlfriend's trash is nice and clean
Acid landing on my tongue
I think you know we've just begun
She don't want the ladies room
Transatlantic super groom
Your hairplane is a monument
The sexy art of continence
And now I know you by your scent
Let it be, we both get bent
Need a minute to repair
Sunny-siders always share
We've only just begun
Funky monks are on the run
Gonna, gonna, gonna get you with the tip of my tongue
And when you walk away
I know what your kiss would say
Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, ah
I'm gonna get you with the tip of my gun
Ya, ya-ya-ya, ya-ya-ya, ya-ya-ya, ya
Well, I believe in love
Perfectly receivin' love
It's vociferous
Then come and get a whiff of this
I'm at the pyramids
Never had a fear of kids
Ya, ya-ya-ya, ya-ya-ya, ya-ya-ya, ya
I'm on the precipice
I come and make a mess of this
It's the apocalypse
I try to get a sock of this
I'm at the county fair
Haystack ride, I'll pull your hair
We've only just begun
Funky monks are on the run
Gonna, gonna, gonna get you with the tip of my tongue
And when you walk away
I know what your kiss would say
Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, ah
Gonna, gonna, gonna get you with the tip of my gun
We've only just begun
Funky monks are on the run
Gonna, gonna, gonna get you with the tip of my tongue
And when you walk away
I know what your kiss would say
Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, ah
Gonna get you now
Well, I'm an animal
Somethin' like a cannibal
I'm very flammable
And partially programmable
Centuries of overuse
Now I wear it nice and loose
Ya, ya-ya-ya, ya-ya-ya, ya-ya-ya, ya
Well, it's ubiquitous
Tell me, can you stick to this?
I'm on the brink of this
And tell me what you think of this
I'm in the Beauregard's
Slow me down if I get hard
We've only just begun
Funky monks are on the run
Gonna, gonna, gonna get you with the tip of my tongue
And when you walk away
I know what the kids would say
Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, ah
Gonna get you now
Her perfume smells like gasoline
My girlfriend's trash is nice and clean
Acid landing on my tongue
I think you know we've just begun
She don't want the ladies room
Transatlantic super groom
Your hairplane is a monument
The sexy art of continence
And now I know you by your scent
Let it be, we both get bent
Need a minute to repair
Sunny-siders always share
We've only just begun
Funky monks are on the run
Gonna, gonna, gonna get you with the tip of my tongue
And when you walk away
I know what your kiss would say
Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, ah
I'm gonna get you with the tip of my gun
Ya, ya-ya-ya, ya-ya-ya, ya-ya-ya, ya
Well, I believe in love
Perfectly receivin' love
It's vociferous
Then come and get a whiff of this
I'm at the pyramids
Never had a fear of kids
Ya, ya-ya-ya, ya-ya-ya, ya-ya-ya, ya
I'm on the precipice
I come and make a mess of this
It's the apocalypse
I try to get a sock of this
I'm at the county fair
Haystack ride, I'll pull your hair
We've only just begun
Funky monks are on the run
Gonna, gonna, gonna get you with the tip of my tongue
And when you walk away
I know what your kiss would say
Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, ah
Gonna, gonna, gonna get you with the tip of my gun
We've only just begun
Funky monks are on the run
Gonna, gonna, gonna get you with the tip of my tongue
And when you walk away
I know what your kiss would say
Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, ah
Gonna get you now
Lyrics submitted by EternalTearsOfSorrow
Tippa My Tongue Lyrics as written by Chad Gaylord Smith Anthony Kiedis
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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A psychedelic romp that evokes all the quintessential quirks of the California funk-rock outfit’s extensive catalogue. Buoyed by a funk-laden bass groove from Flea and Anthony Kiedis’ sing-songy vocalizations which focus more on the physical than the metaphysical, Kiedis makes no effort to mask the track’s true intentions in mind-bending metaphors.