This song reminds me of the film Hotel Rwanda. Like it's being sung from the perspectvie of a Rwandan and the second person (you) in the song are the Americans or British (the white superpowers who did nothing to stop the slaughter). It really fits quite nicely with the lyrics if you think about it:
"While you make pretty speeches
I'm being cut to shreds
You feed me to the lions
A delicate balance"
People talk about doing things, and they gloss over and sugar coat what's going on. Therefore it's as if they themselves, in their ignorance, were 'feeding to the lions' other people.
"And this just feels like spinnin' plates
I'm livin' in cloud cuckoo land
And this just feels like spinnin' plates
My body's floatin' down the muddy river"
And it never stops and no one does anything. My body's floating down a river and no one cares. No one again meaning the Americans or the British or whatever other powers could have stepped in but didn't.
This song reminds me of the film Hotel Rwanda. Like it's being sung from the perspectvie of a Rwandan and the second person (you) in the song are the Americans or British (the white superpowers who did nothing to stop the slaughter). It really fits quite nicely with the lyrics if you think about it:
"While you make pretty speeches I'm being cut to shreds You feed me to the lions A delicate balance"
People talk about doing things, and they gloss over and sugar coat what's going on. Therefore it's as if they themselves, in their ignorance, were 'feeding to the lions' other people.
"And this just feels like spinnin' plates I'm livin' in cloud cuckoo land And this just feels like spinnin' plates My body's floatin' down the muddy river"
And it never stops and no one does anything. My body's floating down a river and no one cares. No one again meaning the Americans or the British or whatever other powers could have stepped in but didn't.