| Mr. Bungle – Retrovertigo Lyrics | 11 years ago |
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What I decided to do was basically re-write the song in a more common and/or layman way that I think tells my interpretation of each line. In very quick summary my interpretation is that the artist completely admits to selling out to achieve success and is stuck continuing the charade achieve more success just like everyone else. Before you advertise (Before you call me out or state things about me) All the fame is implied (I wanted all the success you accuse me of selling out to achieve) With no fortune unseen (I’ve wanted everything I have achieved and more) Sell the rights (You should try and capitalize…) To your blight (on these ideas with your own cynicism…) Time-machine (that you think you’ve had for so long) While I'm dulled by excess (I am never satisfied) And a cynic at best (and have a fairly negative view of the world) My art imitates crime (I capitalize on my cynicisms) Paid for by (by the pay check I receive from) The allies (the record company, or other art company which owns me and shares my successes with me) So invest (Now I found my worth) Now I'm finding truth is a ruin (and know the “system”) Nauseous end that nobody is pursuing (and that no “successful” act out there isn’t guilty of the same selfishness) Staring into glassy eyes (Looking at myself…) Mesmerized (in disbelief, stunned and lust of dreams of more success) There's a vintage thirst returning (I have some feelings of inspiration that I’ve known previously) But I'm sheltered by my channel-surfing (but I’m kept less ambitious by my addiction) Every famine virtual (My addictions are nothing real) Retrovertigo (and keep me mentally trapped in the past in order to achieve euphoria) A tribute to false memories (So I write about things that didn’t happen) With conviction (With great acting to try and sell you) Cheap imitation (on my embellished and false stories) Is it fashion or disease? (Is this OK and acceptable by everyone or are we all sick?) Post-ironic (I have become the epitome of my art, which was my goal obviously) Remains a mouth to feed (and because I do still need to eat and it does pay) Sell the rights (You should go capitalize…) To your blight (on these ideas with your own cynicism…) And you'll eat (and you too can have this success) See the vintage robot wearied (Now I am a tired repetitious art producing machine) Then awakened by revision theories (that continues to revamp old ideas) Every famine virtual (I hunger for what isn’t real) Retrovertigo (I am never moving forward) |
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