| Bad Religion – I Want to Conquer the World Lyrics | 14 years ago |
| ps - my insults were more aimed at earlier posters than the ones right above mine. Those guys can spell! | |
| Bad Religion – I Want to Conquer the World Lyrics | 14 years ago |
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This song is what, 22 years old now? More? How old are you people who can't write a single literate sentence to discuss it? Can't you find some newer music to prattle on about? Cultural history lesson: "Saving the whales" is a term applied to the foolish pursuits of bleeding-heart do-gooders who think they can "conquer the world," "improve this place," etc. It is a clue that at least some of the content of the song is ironic. (Simple definition of irony: when you say something but mean the opposite.) More irony: "give all the idiots a brand-new religion." Do you think Bad Religion the band would consider a new religion of any stripe to be a good thing? So is B.R. saying they don't care what happens? Not at all. They're criticizing the messianic complexes held by a) Christians, b) liberal do-gooders (Sister Bleeding Heart could also apply to a nun or Catholic charity worker, i.e., Mother Teresa type,) c) rationalists who have faith in science and technology, d)not sure who exactly "Mother Mercy" with her fecund loins represents, e) diplomats and government types, f) probably right-wing "moral soldiers." That is, the song addresses a wide gamut, including non-religious people. The basic meaning is that no matter who you are or what you believe or how smart you think you are, you're and idiot and an asshole if you think you have the answers to all the world's problems. |
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| The Postal Service – The District Sleeps Alone Tonight Lyrics | 14 years ago |
| Speaking as one who has lived and worked in DC, the song is mainly about how that town sucks. It's about how people who move there (almost no one is actually from there) turn into self-important aholes who alienate folks from other parts of the country when they come to visit--particularly from the Pacific Northwest, perhaps. One tip: if you ever go visit someone from DC at work, and they give you one of those stick on badges, just wear it til you get into the elevator to get past the guards. Then stick it to the back of your wallet and pull it out as needed. If the narrator of this song had done that, I doubt he'd be feelin' so crappy now. | |
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