"American Sleep" as written by and Neil Fallon Richard Timothy Sult....
MISTRESS OF ICES, STYGIAN SKATER,
SCRIBING DEVICES, DANCING ON SABERS.
SO VERY RELENTLESS, COUNTING THE SHEEP.
ELECTRICAL FENCES, AMERICANS LEAP.

PARAMORPHEUS, SOMNAMBULATING,
DREAM SCARABAEUS IN CHORUS REFRAINING,
SO VERY RELENTLESS, COUNTING THE SHEEP.
ELECTRICAL FENCES, AMERICANS LEAP.

ONE, TWO, FISHERMAN'S STEW
BOILED ON TIMBER AND STIRRED WITH A BROOM.
THREE, FOUR, POUR IT ON THE FLOOR,
FEED ALL THE BEASTIES AND COOK UP SOME MORE.
FIVE, SIX, MORTAR AND BRICK,
WEAKER THAN IRON, BUT STRONGER THAN STICKS.
SEVEN, EIGHT, LOCK UP THE GATE,
NOTHING TO DO BUT TO SIT AND TO WAIT.
NINE, TEN, DO IT AGAIN,
BUN IN THE OVEN, A WOLF IN THE DEN.

COMPANION CHIMERA, LETHEAN GRAZER,
PAUSING TO HERALD MISTRESS ON SABERS.
SO VERY RELENTLESS, COUNTING THE SHEEP.
ELECTRICAL FENCES AMERICANS LEAP.


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    General Commentthis one is pulling some of the popular cliche phrases of American culture. As well as greek influence 'lethean grazer' 'chimera' 'somnambulate' all seem to come up in as american hobbies. For instance Lethean Grazer: River Lethe are fascination with Dante's view of heaven and hell. Chimera can be either a dog breed which supports America's love for dogs. Somnambulating: sleep walk well that's the way some people live life.
    the para phrasing of "double double toil and trouble" seems appropriate because well we love halloween and hokey other traditions.
    I suppose thats all i can get from it.
    jchvoidon April 29, 2009   Link
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    General CommentWell thank you. And first of all, for easier reading:

    I'm sorry, but I must disagree with you. I believe the surface idea of the song becomes apparent with the double meaning/play on words of the song title, compared to the lyrics: "American Sleep/Americans leap". The underlying meaning becomes apparent when, in the second verse, señor Fallon states: "Paramorphous, Somnambulating,
    Dream Scarabaeus in chorus refraining..." Paramorphous, of course, referring to "the process by which the crystal structure of a mineral changes without an alteration in the chemical composition or external form of the mineral" (Paramorphism: Webster's New World College Dictionary). This, I believe, is a metaphor for the aforementioned play on words "American Sleep/Americans leap", where as, accompanied with the following idea of "somnambulating", or "to walk in ones sleep", one can start to gather that the idea of some unrealized change in america, and americans in general, is occurring. Generally, and with consideration to my understanding of the meaning of the lyric "Dream Scarabaeus in chorus refraining...", I believe the "change" is being presented in a negative light. "Scarabaeus" or "scarab beetle", being an ancient Egyptian symbol for spontaneous creation and associated with the sunrise, might lead one to think that a positive connotation is being conferred: Having and attempting to attain the dream of creating our own perfect world, where the "sunrise" of a new day is at hand for us to capture and make ours, all of the wants and wishes we may have. A Scarab, however, is a false beauty. Commonly referred to in modern times as a "dung beetle", this creature spends its days rolling a ball of dung around the desert, and when the dung ball is large enough to be used as food for its young, the dung beetle attaches an egg sack to the bottom, so that when the larvae hatch, they can feed from it. In my belief this is another metaphor using a past/present theme to describe our dreams as they once were: independence, human rights, equality for all men, freedom of worship, individual capitalism; being able to make something of yourself and provide a better, harmonized, democratic and tutored future for the following generations (Leaving a better world for tomorrow, so to speak). Compared to the realization of what today's world has really become: A lie. A complex deviation from a once simple truth that has led (through corruption in the hearts of greedy men to the extortion of the morals of honest men) us to the crumbling facade of the world in which we now live. This is further supported (and which in fact the direction of the particular change in question is more or less directly linked) in the opening verse, where "Stygian Skater" (Stygian, as pertaining to the river Styx; and skater, referring to the previous line: "Mistress of 'Ices'"), is used to convey the idea that "Hell" has "frozen over", and "we" or "they" (Americans/America: the great mistress, queen), have either caused it, or are at least still 'dancing atop it', not wishing to believe that we/they are the cause, or not wishing to believe the change is even occurring; Ignorance is bliss. The next lyric, "So very relentless, counting the sheep", may refer to the author's belief that "Americans" are in fact actively trying to ignore the very change they have brought about, by 'relentlessly counting the sheep' so it were; trying to fall asleep to the reality of the problems of the world which they have created. Still gorging themselves on every decadence, every liberty they have provided themselves, and at the same time not caring to restore balance by opposing this creeping change,wishing to "pass the buck" and rely on someone else to fix it, whatever it maybe -immorality, abusing the system, gluttony, social decay, caste systems leading to the poor providing to the rich; the seeming want of the persons in power to "dumb-down" proceeding generations by reducing what we believe to be the noble foundations of our great nation, into a simple symbol: $. Buy me, you need me, I'm $19.95 and I'm guaranteed to be something that you just can't live without. Or your money back... The placid acceptance of today's generation to this absurd ideation that you can simply buy yourself, without any idea of who you are (or who anyone really is), just a notion of who you'd like to be, without any culture, or any idea at all of where the things you take so much for granted came from... It's tantamount to global social suicide. ...I don't know, maybe our father's fathers were over zealous. Maybe when they picked themselves up by their boot straps and grabbed a simpler, harder time by the balls, shrugged off impossible disparities and industrialized, revolutionized, and automated the whole damn works, just to make it a little easier for their children and their childrens children... well I don't know, I think maybe they put a little too much stock in us. When the going gets hard, they make the hard become easy, and then they sell it to us, polished turds in a pretty package. And maybe that's where they went wrong. One thing is for sure though, if we keep going the way we are, the brainwashing will continue, and we'll just keep leaping over their electrical fences like the sheep we now are. It's a Trojan Horse. A slow, stupid death disguised as an easy way out... Just so we can have what we want, and not have to pay for it. "ONE, TWO, FISHERMAN'S STEW BOILED ON TIMBER AND STIRRED WITH A BROOM. (the product) THREE, FOUR, POUR IT ON THE FLOOR, FEED ALL THE BEASTIES AND COOK UP SOME MORE. (package, advertise, and sell it to everyone, and then move along with another product) FIVE, SIX, MORTAR AND BRICK, WEAKER THAN IRON, BUT STRONGER THAN STICKS.(look, if you work hard and listen to us we give you this great little house to sleep in, with all your stuff, all around you. And if you don't listen, we'll lock you up, put you behind iron bars where we can control everything. We might not be able to do exactly that in your nice little brick house, your safe little space, but that's ok, you work for us, we take your taxes, we take your pay when we sell you our wonderful new product... huh? well sure, I guess you could live without all the stuff, but then you'll have nothing, right? NO-THING. then we couldn't make our names and fortunes off you, and wouldn't be praised for all the wonderful things we do, how easy we make everything. the systems here for you if you just go along with it, you need bricks. They're stronger than sticks, and you wouldn't want a big bad wolf to come along and blow your little life apart, right? Without us, you're nothing, you can't make it with sticks, you need us.) SEVEN, EIGHT, LOCK UP THE GATE, NOTHING TO DO BUT TO SIT AND TO WAIT.(I knew you'd see it our way, isn't this much easier? We have you now, and we're not letting go, it's only a matter of time before you forget all about life without the product, and then you'll be all ours, no more convincing, no more persuading, No Trouble at all.) NINE, TEN, DO IT AGAIN, BUN IN THE OVEN, A WOLF IN THE DEN.(Oh yeah, don't forget, your kids are going to need us too, OR ELSE)" It is also evident, in my opinion, that the play on a nursery rhyme suggests just how easily it happens, how innocent the imprisonment of a human life can look, and how quickly a simple product can make you a slave to the dollar. A lot has changed in only a few generations. there's just no one left alive to tell you. But greed? I don't see it dying off anytime soon.
    -Blood-Massacre-

    ...Yeah, I was tripping on lucy when I first posted this so at the time I found it quite hard to use my com-pu-ter doohickey. Sorry about that. But anyway, as to your question, who knows? I suppose it's anyone's guess. With all the minute details (and with consideration to the fourth dimension) and specific happenings in play that led to this particular atrocity of man, one can only imagine the exact specifics it would take to undo such an overwhelming, controlling aspect of the modern age. The fact that the cyclic nature of the beast keeps perpetuating the blindness and stupidity of furthering generations leads one to believe that matters can only become worse, unless more people realize that they're being controlled. Plus it doesn't help that the ones controlling have no intention of stopping anytime soon, it makes them too much money. And money is power. But thank you for your response to my over analyzed, seeming thesis, of an amazing song of which probably 1% of the listening population has any understanding of. I'm glad I could offer some paranoid concepts for your brain to chew. ...The name's Ian(male) by the way.
    ICPriceon July 15, 2009   Link
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    Question"Mistress of Ices" can be heard as "Mistress of Vices", and both together illustrate the 2nd part of the verse "Stygian Skater" better than either alone. Are there other mondegreen or anagrams hidden in these lyrics?
    cameronwg5on May 02, 2017   Link

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