"Forecast Fascist Future" as written by and Kevin Barnes....
The language of the frost lobs dead balloons over ruins today
In view of wan wordless crowds that chase waifs to spires with fiery plumes
And incite the firmament's portrait of a drowning in Styx that gives impotents kicks

Boredom murders the heart of our age while sanguinary creeps take the stage
Boredom strangles the life from the printed page

Masking vapor trails from Mercury for a killer on Umbria
Who crippled birch mares now briars replace their old cotton limbs
Who will tell? I mean, would it make a difference?
Look, metal flower-petal tears do not even appear in the myopic mirror

Boredom murders the heart of our age while sanguinary creeps take the stage
Boredom strangles the life from the printed page

The moon was sagging in the sky as I held her face to mine
All our thoughts were coming in so clear beyond the myopic mirror
We were darting from the place where we just couldn't fit
Far away from all the violence, safely flying in our own orbit

Why do I always have to tell you -- forget about the prescient signs, forget about the life we knew.
May we never be stripped of anything we love, may we grow so gentle, never go mental
May we never go, go mental may we always stay, stay gentle
May we never go, go mental may we always stay, stay gentle
May we never go, go mental may we always stay, stay gentle
May we never go, go mental may we always stay, stay gentle
gentle
gentle

Boredom murders the heart of our age while sanguinary creeps take the stage
Boredom strangles the life from the printed page
What was my number? What was my number? I don't care!


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    General CommentThis song really crystallized my previously nebulous thoughts about the merits of staying gentle, and conversely, the downside of going mental.
    fratboy_rickon July 27, 2005   Link
  • 0
    General Commenti love you, fratboy.
    Laurenneon December 08, 2005   Link
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    General Commentthe best part of the song is when kevin sings "impotence kicks" with that little echo touch, very nicely done
    the8eson March 03, 2006   Link
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    General Commentmy favorite part is either that last "no" or the "impotents kicks". I can't decide. Either way, I love this song.
    PrEsLeYsBiGsIsTaon March 31, 2007   Link
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    General CommentNah, best part is Kevin's voice in the first and second paragraph.^^
    SoWhyXon May 14, 2007   Link
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    General CommentForget about the life we knew
    May we never be stripped of anything we love
    may we grow so gentle never go mental
    may we never go go mental
    may we always stay stay gentle

    classic
    supermariaaaaaon June 08, 2007   Link
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    General CommentMiopic means shortsightedness.
    incase that helps anyone.
    f0rxzon June 18, 2007   Link
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    General Comment2 words that sum this song up are Fahrenheit 451. Its pretty much about the limiting of thought in a fascist controlled government.

    "In view of wan wordless crowds that chase waifs to spires with fiery plumes"

    To paraphrase, it is saying that emotionless/wordless crowds chase the homeless/abandoned into burning buildings, fitting the picture of a burning in styx, the fiery river of hell. And all the while it gives the weaker class of people(the impotents) thrills of power of these poor people.

    Boredom symbolizes the unthinking minds of people, which allows the crimes of the nation to go unnoticed, like all the wars in Fahrenheit 451. "Boredom strangles the life from the printed page" could be an allusion to the book.

    Myopic also means narrow minded, and the myopic mirror reflects the narrow minded thoughts right back at the people. When he sees face to face with the moon, it is a possible allusion to the old fable of the moons reflection in the water, and the fox thinks not of this possibility, but that it is an actual object, cheese. The narrator sees beyond the myopic mirror, beyond the reflection, and sees the moon for what it is, and not what the mirror says it is.

    But like montague in F451, the people around him are following the governments words while he tries to persuade them to think for themselves, " Why do I always have to tell you ”forget about the precient signs!”?" opposed to following the government.

    He pleads at the end that we stick to things we love, and never fall into this system to the extent.
    1q2w3e4ron October 15, 2007   Link
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    General Comment"Boredom murders the heart of our age
    While sanguinary creeps take the stage
    Boredom strangles the life from the printed page"

    Instead of more intellectual pursuits, like say, reading, we just go for what's entertaining. Teenagers are more likely to hit a Marilyn Manson concert than learn something about the world:

    "Masking vapor trails from Mercury
    For a killer on Umbria who crippled birch mares
    Now briars replace their old cotton limbs
    Who will tell? I mean, would it make a difference?
    Look, metal flower petal
    Tears do not even appear in the Myopic Mirror"

    I have to wonder if these vapor trails are the same ones in many conspiracy theories, also perpetuated by idiots who wouldn't know a birch from a briar.

    The word is "prescient," as in knowing the future.
    n.pantson December 31, 2007   Link
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    General CommentThere's a pretty good chance you'll learn something new about the world at a Marilyn Manson concert. But you probably won't like it.


    This is one of my favourite Of Montreal songs.
    Havenspearon June 01, 2008   Link

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