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.
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, etc.
Billie and my friend the saint,
You're perfect in so many ways,
But you never looked hard
At a fetus in a jar
You never saw your mama change.
And this wonderland of spite,
Does not shine into your night,
Like widows are seen
As stigmatised beings,
Who ought to have second chance.
And hurricanes spin
Like debutantes in a trance.
Sue the fortune-teller,
Rue the rising tide,
General Washington,
Patented that skull,
Throw him out.
Ship that hollandaise,
Feel the heart fell of touch
See the longer you tease,
The stronger the needs,
The highs and the fruit are long.
Up to the one a kid,
Call the bluff when the money's in,
You're a hungry matron,
And you are just what I need,
I was tired of the best years of my life.
Sue the fortune-teller,
Rue the rising tide,
General Washington,
Patented that skull,
Throw him out.
Billie and my friend the saint,
You're perfect in so many ways,
But you never looked hard
At a fetus in a jar
You never saw your mama change.
And this wonderland of spite,
Does not shine into your night,
Like widows are seen
As stigmatised beings,
Who ought to have second chance.
And hurricanes spin
Like debutantes in a trance.
Sue the fortune-teller,
Rue the rising tide,
General Washington,
Patented that skull,
Throw him out.
Ship that hollandaise,
Feel the heart fell of touch
See the longer you tease,
The stronger the needs,
The highs and the fruit are long.
Up to the one a kid,
Call the bluff when the money's in,
You're a hungry matron,
And you are just what I need,
I was tired of the best years of my life.
Sue the fortune-teller,
Rue the rising tide,
General Washington,
Patented that skull,
Throw him out.
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am i the only one who's bothered with the chorus? the way it takes a 180 degrees turn is very disturbing, and for some reason not in a very good way.
@heartbeats_xxx <br /> You, me, and my friend (not the saint) got a chorus problem here