"Small Black Flowers That Grow In The Sky" as written by and Bradfield/edwards/jones/moore....
You have your very own number
They dress your cage in its nature
Once you roared now you just grunt lame
Pace around pathetic pound games
want to get out won't miss you sensaround
To carry your own dead to swing your tyre tricks
want to get out in here you're bred dead quick
For the outside
The small black flowers that grow in the sky
They drag sticks along your walls
Harvest your ovaries dead mothers crawl
Here comes warden, Christ, temple, elders
Environment not yours you see through it all
want to get out won't miss you sensaround
Carry your own dead to swing your tyre tricks
want to get out in here you're bred dead quick
For the outside
The small black flowers that grow in the sky
Here chewing your tail is joy
They dress your cage in its nature
Once you roared now you just grunt lame
Pace around pathetic pound games
want to get out won't miss you sensaround
To carry your own dead to swing your tyre tricks
want to get out in here you're bred dead quick
For the outside
The small black flowers that grow in the sky
They drag sticks along your walls
Harvest your ovaries dead mothers crawl
Here comes warden, Christ, temple, elders
Environment not yours you see through it all
want to get out won't miss you sensaround
Carry your own dead to swing your tyre tricks
want to get out in here you're bred dead quick
For the outside
The small black flowers that grow in the sky
Here chewing your tail is joy
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Any attempt to relate it to human life is purely coincidental (but probably very apt).
"Once you roared now you just grunt lame"
beautiful.
"Here chewing your tail is joy"... like a pig in a farm would do.
My first point is that this whole deal about "The Matrix". The Matrix is a film is a representation of a common philosophical theory that the world around us is only a representation of what is real, determined by and limited to our brain, which draws direct comparisons to the physical entrapment of animals in zoos, think about it. Your mind is trapped in it's own cage of the world it creates, animals are trapped in a physical cage. However much money a film made does not change it's meaning or intent.
My second point is that I think thestamp's theory is, while creative, extremely unlikely. My suggestion is that the small black flowers that grow in the sky would be some kind of manifest of malcontent in a world which should be perfect. I don't like to overanalyse the lyrics of songs because literacy is often substituted for poetic license, furthermore, why would people say "animals and vegetables" rather than "animals and plants". Flowers are plants, and there is no opposite of a vegetable either, I'm afraid.
Black flowers exist, too.
So while I have no idea what the small black flowers that grow in the sky are, I think it's a great title and a great image.
Furthermore I've never heard a harp played so naturally on a song like this, usually it's so forced.
Either way, I love the song!
'I think it's an image from the THB-era trip to Auschwitz/Birkenau concentration camp. The main spotlight on the gate watchtower become known as The Black Flower of Brzezinka because of it's shape and colour.
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I think that Richey was comparing the fate of the animals he had seen in the documentary with the prisoners' fate - death being the only release for most.
The "small black flowers" are the lights around the animal enclosures.'