This song has much meaning to it, it is not just words being jumbled together to make pretty noises unlike most music in this generation. It shows how everyone is made to act like this, do this, and be like this. Feeling special comes only when they have actually made it another year, otherwise they aren't meant to feel much different from the bunch. Although as they get older, that special, butterfly feeling fades away and becomes only a distant memory. Really, age only becomes a number. Education is strict and must be done a certain way or they are told you will fail, they are just another face among the other students. Teachers only going for the money, not wanting to bond with the ones he is trying to educate. People are going in circles, going to work, going home, going to work. Getting nowhere, only back to where they began. They are told money is everything. Although if they was nothing, no food, no water, no clothes, just a pile of money, what would it be good for. Everyone is turning on each other just to be number one. Running and scurrying. Ramming into a wall over and over, expecting a different outcome. Being scared that they will not be like other people, to not be ordinary. Fearing the thought of standing out. People soon forget emotions, not knowing that they are sad, depressed. Yearning for sleep, dreams, where they feel safe and warm. Where they don't have to be like everyone else. Not having to be afraid to speak their mind. Enlarge in their world, their life. Don't be stuck in the same room forgetting how to use the door. The door to freedom, to true living. But they wouldn't know that feeling, it was drained from them. It is after all, a mad, mad world.
This song has much meaning to it, it is not just words being jumbled together to make pretty noises unlike most music in this generation. It shows how everyone is made to act like this, do this, and be like this. Feeling special comes only when they have actually made it another year, otherwise they aren't meant to feel much different from the bunch. Although as they get older, that special, butterfly feeling fades away and becomes only a distant memory. Really, age only becomes a number. Education is strict and must be done a certain way or they are told you will fail, they are just another face among the other students. Teachers only going for the money, not wanting to bond with the ones he is trying to educate. People are going in circles, going to work, going home, going to work. Getting nowhere, only back to where they began. They are told money is everything. Although if they was nothing, no food, no water, no clothes, just a pile of money, what would it be good for. Everyone is turning on each other just to be number one. Running and scurrying. Ramming into a wall over and over, expecting a different outcome. Being scared that they will not be like other people, to not be ordinary. Fearing the thought of standing out. People soon forget emotions, not knowing that they are sad, depressed. Yearning for sleep, dreams, where they feel safe and warm. Where they don't have to be like everyone else. Not having to be afraid to speak their mind. Enlarge in their world, their life. Don't be stuck in the same room forgetting how to use the door. The door to freedom, to true living. But they wouldn't know that feeling, it was drained from them. It is after all, a mad, mad world.
Good interpretation. This song puts me in the same mood as the song Bitter Sweet Symphony.
Good interpretation. This song puts me in the same mood as the song Bitter Sweet Symphony.