I don't think this really has anything to do with religion. It's about being an adult and dealing with what the world throws at you.
Everybody is made of clay
That's what they used to say
Until the truth stepped on us all
Now everything that was big is small
In this verse, he's talking about when he was a child. Everyone is soft, "made of clay," able to become anything they want. When you were a child, didn't "they" tell you you could be an astronaut or a doctor or whatever? But when you grow up, when the truth steps on you, everything that once looked big now looks small and everything changes.
We're just little crying robots
Program me
I wanna win the race
I wanna find the place
Where the king
Locked up the princess
Jump the fence
And drink a little bit of.
Red wine, mistakes, apologies
Red wine, headaches, mythology
And now, as we enter the corporate world, we're just robots, trying to win the corporate race. But in reality, all we want is to just be kids again and find where the king locked up the princess and rescue her. And the only way to escape our sad lives is drink a lot of wine, make some mistakes, apologize, drink some more wine, wake up with headaches, and perpetuate the cycle.
Now who is the king of the sky
Jupiter says oh me oh my oh why
Is the game always changing
I've been through some strangeness
So, now who's at the top of the skyscraper, the "king of the sky," as in the CEO. But there are a lot of ways to get there and it's always changing. It's all underhanded, backstabbing strategy to move up in the world.
What's the matter
Is the feast not fat enough
Up the ladder with your feet
Reaching with your hands
You can feel it and dream it
I know you want to believe it
Just steal it
Take a piece of the sun
And drink some.
Now he's asking if this isn't what you wanted, if it's all you expected life to be. "Is the feast not fat enough?" So you keep climbing up the ladder, reaching, feeling, dreaming, and if you really want it you have to steal it. And the only way to deal with what you've done is to drink and make mistakes and apologize, etc.
Now everybody's in the play
At least that's what the script
Told me to say
It said:
Shadows cut across the hero's face
He falls from grace
Until a little bird sang:
The truth is never ending
We're just here pretending
Let's all laugh so that we don't cry
Let's all lift our glasses up to the sky
He then likens life to a written out movie script, with everything predetermined. Everyone's in it, nobody escapes it. We all see ourselves as the hero until we fall and the next hero comes to take our place. We all get old and lose our positions. We all get stepped on and replaced in a neverending cycle. And we all pretend that it isn't like this, that we all follow our dreams and can be whatever we want. We laugh so we don't cry and we drink to cope with these sad realities.
I agree with most of what you said. I read a little farther into "Now everybody's in the play, at least that's what the script told me to say" - it sounds to me like he's talking about how we're supposed to believe we're classless and everyone can make it to the top.
I agree with most of what you said. I read a little farther into "Now everybody's in the play, at least that's what the script told me to say" - it sounds to me like he's talking about how we're supposed to believe we're classless and everyone can make it to the top.
I don't think this really has anything to do with religion. It's about being an adult and dealing with what the world throws at you.
Everybody is made of clay That's what they used to say Until the truth stepped on us all Now everything that was big is small
In this verse, he's talking about when he was a child. Everyone is soft, "made of clay," able to become anything they want. When you were a child, didn't "they" tell you you could be an astronaut or a doctor or whatever? But when you grow up, when the truth steps on you, everything that once looked big now looks small and everything changes.
We're just little crying robots Program me I wanna win the race I wanna find the place Where the king Locked up the princess Jump the fence And drink a little bit of.
Red wine, mistakes, apologies Red wine, headaches, mythology
And now, as we enter the corporate world, we're just robots, trying to win the corporate race. But in reality, all we want is to just be kids again and find where the king locked up the princess and rescue her. And the only way to escape our sad lives is drink a lot of wine, make some mistakes, apologize, drink some more wine, wake up with headaches, and perpetuate the cycle.
Now who is the king of the sky Jupiter says oh me oh my oh why Is the game always changing I've been through some strangeness
So, now who's at the top of the skyscraper, the "king of the sky," as in the CEO. But there are a lot of ways to get there and it's always changing. It's all underhanded, backstabbing strategy to move up in the world.
What's the matter Is the feast not fat enough Up the ladder with your feet Reaching with your hands You can feel it and dream it I know you want to believe it Just steal it Take a piece of the sun And drink some.
Now he's asking if this isn't what you wanted, if it's all you expected life to be. "Is the feast not fat enough?" So you keep climbing up the ladder, reaching, feeling, dreaming, and if you really want it you have to steal it. And the only way to deal with what you've done is to drink and make mistakes and apologize, etc.
Now everybody's in the play At least that's what the script Told me to say It said: Shadows cut across the hero's face He falls from grace Until a little bird sang: The truth is never ending We're just here pretending Let's all laugh so that we don't cry Let's all lift our glasses up to the sky
He then likens life to a written out movie script, with everything predetermined. Everyone's in it, nobody escapes it. We all see ourselves as the hero until we fall and the next hero comes to take our place. We all get old and lose our positions. We all get stepped on and replaced in a neverending cycle. And we all pretend that it isn't like this, that we all follow our dreams and can be whatever we want. We laugh so we don't cry and we drink to cope with these sad realities.
I agree with most of what you said. I read a little farther into "Now everybody's in the play, at least that's what the script told me to say" - it sounds to me like he's talking about how we're supposed to believe we're classless and everyone can make it to the top.
I agree with most of what you said. I read a little farther into "Now everybody's in the play, at least that's what the script told me to say" - it sounds to me like he's talking about how we're supposed to believe we're classless and everyone can make it to the top.