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.
down in Albion
they’re black and blue
but we don’t talk about that
are you from round here?
how do you do
I’d like to talk about that
talk over
gin in teacups and
leaves on the lawn
violence in bus stops
and pale thin girl with eyes forlorn
gin in teacups and
leaves on the lawn
violence in dole queue
and pale thin girl behind the checkout
but if you're looking for a cheap sort
glint with perspiration
there’s a four-mile queue outside the disused power station
now come away, wont you come away
we’ll go to Deptford, Digby, Tuebrook, anywhere
in Albion
yellowing classics and
canons at dawn
coffee wallows and pith helmets
and oh an English sun
but if you're looking for a cheap sort
that’s in false anticipation
it’ll be waiting in the photo booth at the railway station
ah come away, wont you come away
we’ll go to Watford, London fields, anywhere
but if you're looking for a cheap sort
that’s in false anticipation
it’ll be waiting in the photo booth at the underground station
ah come away, wont you come away
we’ll go to Watford, London fields, anywhere
they’re black and blue
but we don’t talk about that
are you from round here?
how do you do
I’d like to talk about that
talk over
gin in teacups and
leaves on the lawn
violence in bus stops
and pale thin girl with eyes forlorn
gin in teacups and
leaves on the lawn
violence in dole queue
and pale thin girl behind the checkout
but if you're looking for a cheap sort
glint with perspiration
there’s a four-mile queue outside the disused power station
now come away, wont you come away
we’ll go to Deptford, Digby, Tuebrook, anywhere
in Albion
yellowing classics and
canons at dawn
coffee wallows and pith helmets
and oh an English sun
but if you're looking for a cheap sort
that’s in false anticipation
it’ll be waiting in the photo booth at the railway station
ah come away, wont you come away
we’ll go to Watford, London fields, anywhere
but if you're looking for a cheap sort
that’s in false anticipation
it’ll be waiting in the photo booth at the underground station
ah come away, wont you come away
we’ll go to Watford, London fields, anywhere
Lyrics submitted by firefaerie420
Add your thoughts
Log in now to tell us what you think this song means.
Don’t have an account? Create an account with SongMeanings to post comments, submit lyrics, and more. It’s super easy, we promise!
I hate when people call this a Babyshambles song