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.
Dressed up to the nines with nowhere to be now
I finally find who I wish to be now
The solace of sleep is coming on slow
Where the wild things grow
The branches, they bend in twisted dimensions
And break out a beat to my apprehension
The solace of sleep is coming on slow
My silence creates a sweet afterglow
Where the wild things grow
A luminous drop to make this solution
So that your doubts have something to soothe them
The solace of sleep is coming on slow
Our silence creates a sweet afterglow
Where the wild things grow
The solace of sleep is coming on slow
Our silence creates a sweet afterglow
Where the wild things grow
Where the wild things grow
Where the wild things grow
Where the wild things grow
They'll grow where you are
They'll grow where you are
They'll grow where you are
They'll grow
They'll grow where you are
They'll grow where you are
They'll grow where you are
They'll grow
I finally find who I wish to be now
The solace of sleep is coming on slow
Where the wild things grow
The branches, they bend in twisted dimensions
And break out a beat to my apprehension
The solace of sleep is coming on slow
My silence creates a sweet afterglow
Where the wild things grow
A luminous drop to make this solution
So that your doubts have something to soothe them
The solace of sleep is coming on slow
Our silence creates a sweet afterglow
Where the wild things grow
The solace of sleep is coming on slow
Our silence creates a sweet afterglow
Where the wild things grow
Where the wild things grow
Where the wild things grow
Where the wild things grow
They'll grow where you are
They'll grow where you are
They'll grow where you are
They'll grow
They'll grow where you are
They'll grow where you are
They'll grow where you are
They'll grow
Lyrics submitted by EternalTearsOfSorrow
Where the Wild Things Grow Lyrics as written by Benjamin Michael James Byrne Barry Westhead
Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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“I wrote it in my old flat at night,” says (frontman/ guitarist) James Walsh of this track, which has that slightly uneasy, otherworldliness reminiscent of those early Bowie or Pink Floyd recordings. “I could hear the pipes creaking. I was thinking of Maurice Sendak and Stanley Donwood’s Radiohead art. There’s an early Ed Harcourt song called ‘Beneath The Heart Of Darkness’ that’s an influence too. The brooding otherworldly darkness.”