Lyric discussion by Monterino 

Billy Corgan, coming in for a landing on a jet, after midnight on New Year's, in 1999 / 2000: "Fall into the century on a supersonic cross...."

Corgan does this two or three times in this song- he punches us in the metaphorical tummy.

How about: Born of the fallen chain / Into a world sustained with sorrow. Fallen chain- a slave who was freed (by love)?

Again: Buried in the backyard shadow / The rusty coffee tin / That held her mother's first kiss in a / Nameless dream Agggh- we can feel that... a chasm of mysterious gothic poetry

And: We never listen / Real love will listen And tell of a fortune / Real love is riches Scratch through the changes / Real love is nameless / So tired and hopeless Real love is painless / Nobody mentions.

The lack of clear meaning is actually the point- it's Real Love- the mysteries of which exist just beyond that which we can access.

Amazing song! But... demon scorn and laws of gravity? Really Mr. Corgan- shoulda quit while you were ahead! ;) monterino@yahoo.com

An error occured.