Carbon Monoxide

Sudicide, yes, but i think more complex than that....its about people who hurt themsleves or live dangerously for attention; "Come on daddy, come on daddy.." kind of a cry-for-hellp lullaby. People who want their parents to care about them...

I actually have a different reaction to this song. When I first heard it I thought of Sylvia Plath's poem "Daddy" Sylvia Plath killed herself at age 30, by natural gas (Carbon Monoxide) (so that fits with the idea of the song being about suicide). Also the Plath's poem mentions being jewish and there are lines that refer to the Holocaust. The poem itself is about Plath's father, who died when she was young and her feelings towards him (she at times sees him as a Vampire) and also apparently (from what i've read elsewhere) the male character in the poem changes from her father to her husband who cheated on her. Notice the repetition of the word "Daddy" which also appears in Regina's song. I simply see Regina's song as a tribute to Sylvia Plath and what she went to.

Plath's poem came from the website http://www.internal.org/view_poem.phtml?poemID=356

Daddy by: Sylvia Plath

You do not do, you do not do Any more, black shoe In which I have lived like a foot For thirty years, poor and white, Barely daring to breathe or Achoo.

Daddy, I have had to kill you. You died before I had time-- Marble-heavy, a bag full of God, Ghastly statue with one gray toe Big as a Frisco seal

And a head in the freakish Atlantic Where it pours bean green over blue In the waters off beautiful Nauset. I used to pray to recover you. Ach, du.

In the German tongue, in the Polish town Scraped flat by the roller Of wars, wars, wars. But the name of the town is common. My Polack friend

Says there are a dozen or two. So I never could tell where you Put your foot, your root, I never could talk to you. The tongue stuck in my jaw.

It stuck in a barb wire snare. Ich, ich, ich, ich, I could hardly speak. I thought every German was you. And the language obscene

An engine, an engine Chuffing me off like a Jew. A Jew to Dachau, Auschwitz, Belsen. I began to talk like a Jew. I think I may well be a Jew.

The snows of the Tyrol, the clear beer of Vienna Are not very pure or true. With my gipsy ancestress and my weird luck And my Taroc pack and my Taroc pack I may be a bit of a Jew.

I have always been scared of you, With your Luftwaffe, your gobbledygoo. And your neat mustache And your Aryan eye, bright blue. Panzer-man, panzer-man, O You--

Not God but a swastika So black no sky could squeak through. Every woman adores a Fascist, The boot in the face, the brute Brute heart of a brute like you.

You stand at the blackboard, daddy, In the picture I have of you, A cleft in your chin instead of your foot But no less a devil for that, no not Any less the black man who

Bit my pretty red heart in two. I was ten when they buried you. At twenty I tried to die And get back, back, back to you. I thought even the bones would do.

But they pulled me out of the sack, And they stuck me together with glue. And then I knew what to do. I made a model of you, A man in black with a Meinkampf look

And a love of the rack and the screw. And I said I do, I do. So daddy, I'm finally through. The black telephone's off at the root, The voices just can't worm through.

If I've killed one man, I've killed two-- The vampire who said he was you And drank my blood for a year, Seven years, if you want to know. Daddy, you can lie back now.

There's a stake in your fat black heart And the villagers never liked you. They are dancing and stamping on you. They always knew it was you. Daddy, daddy, you bastard, I'm through

"Soon we’ll go to sleep No one will notice we’re gone Cause we don’t have a job to keep They’ll just say that we’re being lazy Sex crazed, sex cra-zed, hazy They’ll just say we’re living our whole life in bed And we’ll be in bed but we’ll be oh so very much Dead-a, dead-a, dead-a, dead-a, dead-a, dead-a, d-dead."

this makes the song very clear to me. it is about suicide, no doubt. but i believe it's not about the suicide of a family or anything like that. more of a song about killing yourself with the person you love - your girlfriend/boyfriend/husband/wife.. the part where they say "they'll just say that we're being lazy. sex crazed, sex crazed.. hazy." it seems to me like nobody believes that they're really in love, more that they're just in lust.

it's a very melancholy song, but beautiful nonetheless.

I'm not quite sure what message Regina is trying to relay through this song, however I've created a character in mind who accompanies this song: When listening to this song I think of a girl who is completely careless, not at all cautious, more concerned with comfort status of her feet and I like to think that the carbon dioxide ( which if, in reality, is increased leads to loss of consciousness or death ) represents the situations she encounters and glides right through without protection ( e.g., the gas mask ) that would damage or even kill others.

To me, the "Come on Daddy" doesn't sound too sexual. It sounds like a little kid trying to wake up her dead parents. It's so heartbreaking. That's probably not it, but it's the immediate impression for me.

I think it is about the what the mind goes through when it is slipping away from reality and the strange things the mind can do when not fully awake. My dog interprets it totally differently, It means take your dog for a walk a walk a walka walk a walk a walk and she will think your so cool your so cool your so cool!

The comment by "apres moi" correctly points out the key passage in the song.

"No one will notice we’re gone Cause we don’t have a job to keep They’ll just say that we’re being lazy Sex crazy, sex cra-zazy They’ll just say we’re living our whole life in bed And we’ll be in bed but we’ll be oh so very much Dead"

It's clearly about suicide, but I think it has a strong anti-corporate tone.

No one cares about these 2 suicidal lovers because they don't have jobs, and don't measure their own worth by what jobs they have or how much money they make.

This is incomprehensible to society who will call them "sex-crazy." Their cries of "come on daddy" are a call for attention as even their own parents measure the worth of their children by their accomplishments in the corporate world.

I don't really know what this song means. It's just gorgeous though.

Oops, I obviously meant monoxide*. :x

it's about suicide.