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.
Records on the floor.
I'm giving back what's yours
Remember us last weekend
Dancing to the psychedelic furs.
I tried to tell myself
That we could be alright.
Now it's me and my
Cigarettes and alcohol tonight.
So screen all the phone calls
And put the chain on the front door.
And if you see her
Tell her I don't live here anymore.
Driving neighbors crazy
With after hour fights
Everything makes more sense
Thank God that we broke it off that night.
Holding on to you
Is like playing with broken glass.
I'm fighting off the memories
And all the living in the past.
The post cards in the drawer
The pictures on the wall.
The sound of little footsteps
That echo through the hall.
Sound like a heart beat.
It's like a heart beat
It's like a heart break beat
And it's beating out of me.
So screen all the phone calls
And put the chain on the front door.
And if you see her
Tell her I don.t live here anymore.
So pull all the shades down
And turn off the radio.
And if you see her
Tell her I moved down to Mexico.
I'm giving back what's yours
Remember us last weekend
Dancing to the psychedelic furs.
I tried to tell myself
That we could be alright.
Now it's me and my
Cigarettes and alcohol tonight.
So screen all the phone calls
And put the chain on the front door.
And if you see her
Tell her I don't live here anymore.
Driving neighbors crazy
With after hour fights
Everything makes more sense
Thank God that we broke it off that night.
Holding on to you
Is like playing with broken glass.
I'm fighting off the memories
And all the living in the past.
The post cards in the drawer
The pictures on the wall.
The sound of little footsteps
That echo through the hall.
Sound like a heart beat.
It's like a heart beat
It's like a heart break beat
And it's beating out of me.
So screen all the phone calls
And put the chain on the front door.
And if you see her
Tell her I don.t live here anymore.
So pull all the shades down
And turn off the radio.
And if you see her
Tell her I moved down to Mexico.
Lyrics submitted by sendthestars
Mexico Lyrics as written by Richard Ochoa
Lyrics © HOUSE OF BRYANT PUBLICATIONS
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fucking amazing song.