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.
(Oi)
(I wish you'd just shut up)
(I wish you'd just shut up)
Confidence is a preference for the habitual voyeur
Of what is known as
(Parklife)
And morning soup can be avoided
If you take a route straight through what is known as
(Parklife)
John's got brewer's droop
He gets intimidated by the dirty pigeons
They love a bit of him
(Parklife)
Who's that gut lord marching
You should cut down on your pork life mate
Get some exercise
All the people
So many people
And they all go hand-in-hand
Hand-in-hand through their parklife
Know what I mean?
I get up when I want
Except on Wednesdays
When I get rudely awakened by the dustmen
(Parklife)
I put my trousers on, have a cup of tea
And I think about leaving the house
(Parklife)
I feed the pigeons, I sometimes feed the sparrows too
It gives me a sense of enormous well-being
(Parklife)
And then I'm happy for the rest of the day
Safe in the knowledge there will always be
A bit of my heart devoted to it
All the people
So many people
And they all go hand-in-hand
Hand-in-hand through their parklife
Parklife
(Parklife)
Parklife
(Parklife)
It's got nothing to do with Vorsprung durch Technik, you know?
(Parklife)
(Parklife) and it's not about you joggers
Who go round and round and round
(Parklife)
(Parklife)
All the people
So many people
And they all go hand-in-hand
Hand-in-hand through their parklife
All the people
So many people
And they all go hand-in-hand
Hand-in-hand through their parklife
(I wish you'd just shut up)
(I wish you'd just shut up)
Confidence is a preference for the habitual voyeur
Of what is known as
(Parklife)
And morning soup can be avoided
If you take a route straight through what is known as
(Parklife)
John's got brewer's droop
He gets intimidated by the dirty pigeons
They love a bit of him
(Parklife)
Who's that gut lord marching
You should cut down on your pork life mate
Get some exercise
All the people
So many people
And they all go hand-in-hand
Hand-in-hand through their parklife
Know what I mean?
I get up when I want
Except on Wednesdays
When I get rudely awakened by the dustmen
(Parklife)
I put my trousers on, have a cup of tea
And I think about leaving the house
(Parklife)
I feed the pigeons, I sometimes feed the sparrows too
It gives me a sense of enormous well-being
(Parklife)
And then I'm happy for the rest of the day
Safe in the knowledge there will always be
A bit of my heart devoted to it
All the people
So many people
And they all go hand-in-hand
Hand-in-hand through their parklife
Parklife
(Parklife)
Parklife
(Parklife)
It's got nothing to do with Vorsprung durch Technik, you know?
(Parklife)
(Parklife) and it's not about you joggers
Who go round and round and round
(Parklife)
(Parklife)
All the people
So many people
And they all go hand-in-hand
Hand-in-hand through their parklife
All the people
So many people
And they all go hand-in-hand
Hand-in-hand through their parklife
Lyrics submitted by Demau Senae, edited by Crane42, GUTCHUCKER, TonyM101
Parklife ['Best Of' Version] Lyrics as written by David Rowntree Alexander James
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a Pulp-ish piss take on English suburban living.