His little whispers
"Love me, love me"
That's all I ask for
"Love me, love me"
He battered his tiny fists to feel something
Wondered what it's like to touch and feel something

Monster
How should I feel?
Creatures lie here
Looking through the window

That night he caged her
Bruised and broke her
He struggled closer
Then he stole her
Violet wrists and then her ankles
Silent pain
Then he slowly saw their nightmares were his dreams

Monster
How should I feel?
Creatures lie here
Looking through the windows
I will
Hear their voices
I'm a glass child
I am Hannah's regrets

Monster
How should I feel?
Turn the sheets down
Murder ears with pillow lace
There's bath tubs
Full of glow flies
Bathe in kerosene
Their words tattooed in his veins, yeah


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Monster Lyrics as written by Meg Frampton Dia Frampton

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  • +6
    General Comment

    yeah it does sound alot like rape, i mean, look.

    That night he caged her.-->kidnap?

    Bruised and broke her.-->beat her

    He struggled closer.-->force himself to her

    Then he stole her.-->stole virginity

    Violet wrists and then her ankles.-->tied up

    Silent Pain.-->she couldnt talk/scream. but it hurt she was probably a virgin

    Then he slowly saw their nightmares were his dreams.-->her nightmare of rape was really his dream.

    idk. thats what it looks like to me.

    xXpiratesRcoolXxon December 14, 2006   Link
  • +6
    General Comment

    Well. I was on their message board and Meg & Dia wrote a blog on what this song means. It's actually based off of a story they wrote. It may be kind of long...but, here we go:

    MONSTER SIDENOTES

    Hello. Here are the lyrics to Monster written by a collaboration of Meg and I. Many of our songs that we write, and many of the ones that will be on the new record are about stories. Stories about friends, about strangers, about history, and about characters in some of our most favorite books. Posted below are the actual lyrics to "Monster," as well as the short story I wrote next to those lines along time ago.

    [lyrics.]


    Sidenotes and afternotes for the more curious and unsatisfied....by Dia.


    The couch. Always behind the couch. Under the table. The closet under the stairs. Three places to run. Three places to hide. Every time their voices would rise I would run to the closest sanctuary and thank God I was small enough to fit. Those voices that ran across each corner of the room seemed to reverberate off my very skin. Dad. He told me to call him Sir. Never Dad. Mom. She told me to call her Hannah. She was so pretty when she slept. She was so pretty when she was happy. Now, her body of twenty years was old. Tired from no sleep, breaking from fingertips pressed into her sides, and boiling with too hard of liquor for her fragile, porcelain outline.

    After every uproar, every tear by her, and every empty bottle by himthey would come looking. Her, happy to see him turn his malice towards me. Him, happy to turn his malice away from himself. I was the six year old pathetic coward.

    Sir, I would say.

    My eyes would wander to Hannah with frightened curiosity.

    What had I done?

    I called him sir. I called her Hannah.

    They called me Henry at school.

    They called me Henry at church.

    They called me Monster at home.

    After black, they would confine me to my room. A tiny room with one window, where their words said minutes earlier would form long sentences and wrap around in a circle above my head like those music boxes loving mothers would clip to the sides of their infants cribs. I hated my room. I hated the dark. They knew it, too, and took pleasure in locking me in. Locking me in where they could get me.

    Dear Reader: Please note, if you ever were a six year old child, remember what it was like to lay in bed and imagine that loud heartbeat pulsing thick from underneath your mattress. Remember that hand that hovered over your face once you closed your eyes. Remember that loud breathing that resided around your open window. The creatures. That white little girl that crawled towards you in the night, hair hanging around the neck, fingers outstretched To a child it is horrid. To an adult, it is a memory that most barely ever remember.

    Twenty years later.

    I didnt understand love. I didnt understand human connection. I only understood the weather: constantly changing. I understood change. I didnt understand safety, or any emotion, be it love, or hate, that could be unconditional.

    I was at my second year of college. I was striving to be a writer. I didnt trust the crowds. I would go to my apartment, sit at my small desk I had gotten at a garage sale, and stay there for hours with my books, my papers, and a bottle of brandy. Then the day would end, and Id get ready for the next.

    I slept with the lights on.

    Always.

    I didnt want many things, but every once in a while, I hate to admit, I would want to feel that popular emotion I had read about in so many books: love. I was scared to administer it myself. I was scared to feel for another person.

    So things happened.

    On the walk to my apartment I saw a girl in a red sweater. I pardoned her and asked her if she knew were Rebecca street was. She looked at me in a funny way, paused, and turned her back to me. My hands ran to her shoulders, my lips to her neck. Hard fingers, hard hands.her soft hair, thin ankles.

    I ran off, leaving the crème skinned girl crying at her violette bruises left in patches under her sweater and skirt.

    I had been born of glass but now I only felt apathy. No regrets, but still, that hard human pain that is there when you know you have done a terrible trespass.

    I went back to my apartment. I turned all the lights on and opened the window. The night was calm and beautiful. The wind brought in glow flies by the dozen. They did not bother me like they did to most locals here. They brought light and company and I loved them with all my heart. I broke the lamps and poured the liquid into the bath tub. Small shards of porcelain glass managed to mix in with the water as well, that was now pouring from the faucet. I added the remaining kerosene I kept under my sink and by my desk which I had used as a denaturant for my alcohol.

    Maybe it would have the same effect on me..

    ...Hope that helped :]

    WishingForYouon December 17, 2006   Link
  • +5
    General Comment

    Okay well the way I see it it's definitely about rape

    "That night he caged her. Bruised and broke her. He struggled closer. Then he stole her. Violet wrists and then her ankles. Silent Pain. Then he slowly saw their nightmares were his dreams."

    That's basically saying that he kidnapped her, beat her, and raped her

    But then I look at this

    "His little whispers. Love Me. Love Me. That's all I ask for. Love Me. Love Me. He battered his tiny fists to feel something. Wondered what it's like to touch and feel something."

    I think that she maybe she had a baby as a result of that rape. Usually when girls get pregnant from the result of a rape and decide to keep it, they become really distant of the baby because everything about their existence reminds them of that painful memory. The line "I am Hannah's regrets." makes me think that sometimes she regrets having the baby. But of course it's not the baby's fault it was the result of a rape so all it can do is sit there wishing for his mother to love him like any mother would love her child.

    The last lines are really blurry to me

    "Monster. How should I feel? Turn the sheets down. Murder ears with pillow lace. There's bath tubs. Full of glow flies. Bathe in kerosene. Their words tattoed in his veins. "

    Someone kills themelves maybe the rapist? Not really sure that part is really blurry to me.

    rainbowvomitton December 16, 2006   Link
  • +3
    General Comment

    for some very odd reason, or maybe not so odd at all, this song reminds me of rape.

    marlee_evolutionon December 10, 2006   Link
  • +2
    General Comment

    okay, i may be wrong, but I think it has to do with rape too. maybe even a child being conceived from a rape. you know, i really don't understand this song.

    smileloudon December 12, 2006   Link
  • +2
    General Comment

    Ok well I got this. His little whispers. Love Me. Love Me. That's all I ask for. Love Me. Love Me. He battered his tiny fists to feel something.. Wondered what it's like to touch and feel something.

    Means he wated love, but couldn't get it and he's trying so hard for it.

    That night he caged her. Bruised and broke her. He struggled closer. Then he stole her. Violet wrists and then her ankles. Silent Pain. Then he slowly saw their nightmares were his dreams.

    He finds a girl rapes her and this feeling comes over him that what he did was terrible to her. Not to him, but to her. He thinks what he did was love. His dream was love.

    It does say this in that story she posted it just doesn't go into detail. It's from his point of view and he doesn't see it as that. Quote from story: "She looked at me in a funny way, paused, and turned her back to me. My hands ran to her shoulders, my lips to her neck. Hard fingers, hard hands.her soft hair, thin ankles.

    I ran off, leaving the crème skinned girl crying at her violette bruises left in patches under her sweater and skirt."

    I will. Hear their voices. I'm a glass child. I am Hannah's regrets.

    He hears the voices of the girl her cries, his parents, the feeling you get when everything bad someone has said anything that would make feel terrible came onto you all at once. Glass child probably means emotionally fragile. Hannah's regrets as in how his mother treated him like she didn't want him.

    Monster. How should I feel? Turn the sheets down. Murder ears with pillow lace. There's bath tubs. Full of glow flies. Bathe in kerosene. Their words tattoed in his veins.

    He's calm and he wants to kill himself.

    The chorous

    Monster. How should I feel? Creatures lie here. Looking through the windows.

    Theres a monster in him.(Probably built up inside as a way to protect himself from his harsh childhood to sheild him from all emotion so he would never feel.) He doesn't know how to feel.

    Zephina_3on December 27, 2006   Link
  • +2
    General Comment

    WishingForYou's post is pretty explanatory, the band posted that explanation on their myspace blog. Meg also said that the song was inspired by GEorge Steinbeck's novel 'East of Eden'.

    xFaithon January 14, 2007   Link
  • +2
    Song Meaning

    His little whispers. ~ his whispers to himself at a young age Love Me. Love Me. ~ Nobody loved him, he never felt love, he wants love. That's all I ask for. ~ All he ever wanted Love Me. Love Me. ~ Trying to force the girl to love him He battered his tiny fists to feel something. ~ He abused the girl, he thought it was love but it wasn't Wondered what it's like to touch and feel something. ~ Wanted to know love. so he resorted to rape which wasn't love

    Monster. ~ The name his parents called him which he now thinks of himself How should I feel? ~ Wondering whether or not to be sad, or angry Creatures lie here. ~ He's afraid of the dark and the creatures there out to get him Looking through the window... ~ Afraid of creatures stalking him and trying to get him

    That night he caged her. ~ Locker her up Bruised and broke her. ~Abused her He struggled closer. ~ Went a little bit closer Then he stole her. ~ Took her virginity and raped her Violet wrists and then her ankles. ~ tied her up Silent Pain. ~ She could not scream Then he slowly saw their nightmares were his dreams. ~ he realized that what he once thought was a bad dream was really a true one which he wished would happen.

    Monster. How should I feel? Creatures lie here. Looking through the windows. I will Hear their voices. ~ He will remember what his parents thought of him and recognize them as true and that he truly is a monster. I'm a glass child. ~ he was fragile as a child, but he never recognized that he really was a monster. he thought everyone was against him but he didn't recognize the things he was doing was wrong. Nobody loved him thats all he wanted. I am Hannah's regrets. ~Hannah is his mother, she regrets having him, she knew it would happen, she hated him and would call him monster.

    Monster. How should I feel? Turn the sheets down. ~ He was raping the girl Murder ears with pillow lace. ~ He raped her and then killed her/ There's bath tubs. ~ way he killed himself Full of glow flies. ~ Bathtubs on fire Bathe in kerosene. ~ He took a bath with kerosene and a lighter, kerosene is flammable he set himself on fire. He realized it was wrong to rape the girl and that it wasn't really love, he didn't want to do it again, and he wanted to relieve everyone of the monster he is. Their words tattoed in his veins ~ His mum and dad's words of abuse and hatred. They would call him monster and it was true so he would always remember it

    xxLanaLuvaxxon February 18, 2011   Link
  • +1
    General Comment
    1. this song is confusing bc they have many different versions. but this one is the best.

    2. this is rape. he has her trapped and beign watched. and he beats her and steals her values and virginity bc he wants it and she fears it. its physically pain, but so much emotional, too.

    could be wrong. but this song is the sex.

    MusicEqualsLoveon December 15, 2006   Link
  • +1
    General Comment

    Sounds like it's definately got to do with abuse of some type, probably physical, possibly sexual. Rape, beating...Idk. Something of the sort.

    theemopompomon December 28, 2006   Link

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