So this has been.my favorite song of OTEP's since it came out in 2004, and I always thought it was a song about a child's narrative of suffering in an abusive Christian home. But now that I am revisiting the lyrics, I am seeing something totally new.
This song could be gospel of John but from the perspective of Jesus.
Jesus was NOT having a good time up to and during the crucifixion. Everyone in the known world at the time looked to him with fear, admiration or disgust and he was constantly being asked questions. He spoke in "verses, prophesies and curses". He had made an enemy of the state, and believed the world was increasingly wicked and fallen from grace, or that he was in the "mouth of madness".
The spine of atlas is the structure that allows the titan to hold the world up. Jesus challenged the state and in doing so became a celebrated resistance figure. It also made him public enemy #1.
All of this happened simply because he was doing his thing, not because of any agenda he had or strategy.
And then he gets scourged (storm of thorns)
There are some plot holes here but I think it's an interesting interpretation.
Things I don't remember
How the hell'd we get here
How the hell did we get here?
Things I don't remember
Dressed up alligator
How the hell'd we get here?
Things I don't remember there was dressed up alligator there was come on the piano, disco dancing neighbors.
who were born in mashed potatoes, caught with my pants down.
hiding in the doghouse, we figured out what we're good for.
youre the sailor and i'm the port
things i dont remember.
we undressed for the the tailor, youre skin was lightly salted. open up a can of loudmouth malted hi fives in your eyes pushed the gas and now im kissing your thighs.
looking for a purpose.
how the helld we get here?
there were things i dont remember.
there was messed up alligator, there was endless conversation. no ones mouths were really moving.
all them dumpsters overflowing
all my
things i dont rembember (xalot)
figured out what im good making anything look better how the hell could i blame her? even then i was a sailor
there were jokes that never land
every hand was tipped and some to the sand
things i dont remember
How the hell'd we get here
How the hell did we get here?
Things I don't remember
Dressed up alligator
How the hell'd we get here?
Things I don't remember there was dressed up alligator there was come on the piano, disco dancing neighbors.
who were born in mashed potatoes, caught with my pants down.
hiding in the doghouse, we figured out what we're good for.
youre the sailor and i'm the port
things i dont remember.
we undressed for the the tailor, youre skin was lightly salted. open up a can of loudmouth malted hi fives in your eyes pushed the gas and now im kissing your thighs.
looking for a purpose.
how the helld we get here?
there were things i dont remember.
there was messed up alligator, there was endless conversation. no ones mouths were really moving.
all them dumpsters overflowing
all my
things i dont rembember (xalot)
figured out what im good making anything look better how the hell could i blame her? even then i was a sailor
there were jokes that never land
every hand was tipped and some to the sand
things i dont remember
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