| Bad Religion – Struck a Nerve Lyrics | 12 years ago |
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"Every day I wander In negative disposition As I'm bombarded by superlatives Realizing very well that I am not alone Introverted I look to tomorrow for salvation But I'm thinking altruistically And a wave of overwhelming doubt Turns me to stone" It's about fear. We see all the horrible things in life, yet we're fascinated by all the incredible, beautiful, larger than life things other people are capable of - both of which scare us. Fear of insignificance, fear of uncertainty, fear of capability, fear of feeling like a loser, and the biggest fear of looking back at life and never taking a chance - an introverted idealist, but never really takes their shot at something they believe in their soul. Fear of overwhelming guilt and shame. Thinking things will just magically get better or they will improve without steping outside of their comfort zone of security and realizing the immense pressure and challenge of the unknown (thinking altruistically / overwhelming doubt turning you to stone). Its self analysis, its burying your head in the sand and going back to your comfortable fantasy land where things will never change unless you do. "If there's a purpose for us all it remains a secret to me" Searching desperately for purpose, passion, and meaning of their life. The guilt of realizing you're not special, until you understand that you really are. That feeling in your belly, that's intuition leading you towards purpose. Follow it, understand why. |
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| Bad Religion – Dept. of False Hope Lyrics | 12 years ago |
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| Bad Religion – Dept. of False Hope Lyrics | 12 years ago |
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Most will probably see the overlying religious connotations in this song. That's what jumped out to me. As I continue to listen to this song, it took on a whole new personal meaning. "Welcome my son to where the work is never done And the hungry are seldom ever fed The department of false hope is a proving ground for dopes And they'll grind your tiny bones to make their bread (Hosanna) It makes me think about modern ideals for employement in this economic climate. Our society as a whole is on autopilot, driven by our subconscious. Take for instance generic job titles performing relatively menial tasks. Public servants going thru the motions with no "real" creative outlets. Obsequious tasks that we chatter about becomes bigger than the actual task itself in the grand scheme. Although we never feel shackled, we've become prisoner to a vested system that literally will never run out of these tasks in order to operate accordingly. It will grind your tiny bones to make their bread. You are insignificant and can be replaced by the next man waiting in line to secure a paycheck. You managed somehow to muddle through, so accept your gold watch when you're too old to travel and enjoy that pension. You're going to need those great medical benefits you've worked for the past 45 years. So hold your head up high forgotten man, there is nothing more. |
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| Bad Religion – Dept. of False Hope Lyrics | 12 years ago |
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Most will probably see the overlying religious connotations in this song. That's what jumped out to me. As I continue to listen to this song, it took on a whole new personal meaning. "Welcome my son to where the work is never done And the hungry are seldom ever fed The department of false hope is a proving ground for dopes And they'll grind your tiny bones to make their bread (Hosanna) It makes me think about modern ideals for employement in this economic climate. Our society as a whole is on autopilot, driven by our subconscious. Take for instance generic job titles performing relatively menial tasks. Public servants going thru the motions with no "real" creative outlets. Obsequious tasks that we chatter about becomes bigger than the actual task itself in the grand scheme. Although we never feel shackled, we've become prisoner to a vested system that literally will never run out of these tasks in order to operate accordingly. It will grind your tiny bones to make their bread. You are insignificant and can be replaced by the next man waiting in line to secure a paycheck. You managed somehow to muddle through, so accept your gold watch when you're too old to travel and enjoy that pension. You're going to need those great medical benefits you've worked for the past 45 years. So hold your head up high forgotten man, there is nothing more. |
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| Bad Religion – Dept. of False Hope Lyrics | 12 years ago |
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Most will probably see the overlying religious connotations in this song. That's what jumped out to me. As I continue to listen to this song, it took on a whole new personal meaning. "Welcome my son to where the work is never done And the hungry are seldom ever fed The department of false hope is a proving ground for dopes And they'll grind your tiny bones to make their bread (Hosanna) It makes me think about modern ideals for employement in this economic climate. Our society as a whole is on autopilot, driven by our subconscious. Take for instance generic job titles performing relatively menial tasks. Public servants going thru the motions with no "real" creative outlets. Obsequious tasks that we chatter about becomes bigger than the actual task itself in the grand scheme. Although we never feel shackled, we've become prisoner to a vested system that literally will never run out of these tasks in order to operate accordingly. It will grind your tiny bones to make their bread. You are insignificant and can be replaced by the next man waiting in line to secure a paycheck. You managed somehow to muddle through, so accept your gold watch when you're too old to travel and enjoy that pension. You're going to need those great medical benefits you've worked for the past 45 years. So hold your head up high forgotten man, there is nothing more. |
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| Bad Religion – Dept. of False Hope Lyrics | 12 years ago |
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Most will probably see the overlying religious connotations in this song. That's what jumped out to me. As I continue to listen to this song, it took on a whole new personal meaning. "Welcome my son to where the work is never done And the hungry are seldom ever fed The department of false hope is a proving ground for dopes And they'll grind your tiny bones to make their bread (Hosanna) It makes me think about modern ideals for employement in this economic climate. Our society as a whole is on autopilot, driven by our subconscious. Take for instance generic job titles performing relatively menial tasks. Public servants going thru the motions with no "real" creative outlets. Obsequious tasks that we chatter about becomes bigger than the actual task itself in the grand scheme. Although we never feel shackled, we've become prisoner to a vested system that literally will never run out of these tasks in order to operate accordingly. It will grind your tiny bones to make their bread. You are insignificant and can be replaced by the next man waiting in line to secure a paycheck. You managed somehow to muddle through, so accept your gold watch when you're too old to travel and enjoy that pension. You're going to need those great medical benefits you've worked for the past 45 years. So hold your head up high forgotten man, there is nothing more. |
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| Bad Religion – Dept. of False Hope Lyrics | 12 years ago |
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Most will probably see the overlying religious connotations in this song. That's what jumped out to me. As I continue to listen to this song, it took on a whole new personal meaning. "Welcome my son to where the work is never done And the hungry are seldom ever fed The department of false hope is a proving ground for dopes And they'll grind your tiny bones to make their bread (Hosanna) It makes me think about modern ideals for employement in this economic climate. Our society as a whole is on autopilot, driven by our subconscious. Take for instance generic job titles performing relatively menial tasks. Public servants going thru the motions with no "real" creative outlets. Obsequious tasks that we chatter about becomes bigger than the actual task itself in the grand scheme. Although we never feel shackled, we've become prisoner to a vested system that literally will never run out of these tasks in order to operate accordingly. It will grind your tiny bones to make their bread. You are insignificant and can be replaced by the next man waiting in line to secure a paycheck. You managed somehow to muddle through, so accept your gold watch when you're too old to travel and enjoy that pension. You're going to need those great medical benefits you've worked for the past 45 years. So hold your head up high forgotten man, there is nothing more. |
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