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.
Put your sweet fingers
A little closer to the keyboard
It's hard to read between your lines
We were the clock hands at midnight
Now you're four whole hours behind
Just put your fingers
A little closer to the keyboard
I can't quite see the whites of your eyes
Though you bat your eyelids from across the ocean
And I fall over in their breeze
I don't bring you spices from the East
And I don't bring you the world's you crave
'cause everyday you need a new one
Just like Mr. Benn
Just like Mr. Benn
Just like Mr. Benn
Put your sweet fingers
A little closer to the keyboard
We pass light bits in the night
Though you send your flare to the horizon
I just stare and blink in your light
No, I don't speak in all your tongues
So I don't even know if I'll be welcome
What if I appeared as if by magic?
Just like in Mr. Benn
Just like Mr. Benn
Just like Mr. Benn
So go if you're going
You keep pouring when I say when
Come home when your work there is done
Just like, just like
Just like Mr. Benn
Just like Mr. Benn
Just like Mr. Benn
Just like Mr. Benn
Just put your fingers
A little closer to the keyboard
It's hard to read between your lines
We were the clock hands at midnight
Now you're four whole hours behind
A little closer to the keyboard
It's hard to read between your lines
We were the clock hands at midnight
Now you're four whole hours behind
Just put your fingers
A little closer to the keyboard
I can't quite see the whites of your eyes
Though you bat your eyelids from across the ocean
And I fall over in their breeze
I don't bring you spices from the East
And I don't bring you the world's you crave
'cause everyday you need a new one
Just like Mr. Benn
Just like Mr. Benn
Just like Mr. Benn
Put your sweet fingers
A little closer to the keyboard
We pass light bits in the night
Though you send your flare to the horizon
I just stare and blink in your light
No, I don't speak in all your tongues
So I don't even know if I'll be welcome
What if I appeared as if by magic?
Just like in Mr. Benn
Just like Mr. Benn
Just like Mr. Benn
So go if you're going
You keep pouring when I say when
Come home when your work there is done
Just like, just like
Just like Mr. Benn
Just like Mr. Benn
Just like Mr. Benn
Just like Mr. Benn
Just put your fingers
A little closer to the keyboard
It's hard to read between your lines
We were the clock hands at midnight
Now you're four whole hours behind
Lyrics submitted by JordyWordy
Just Like Mr Benn Lyrics as written by Dave Brian Geraghty Brian Patrick Crosby
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I used to love that cartoon. Can't believe more people havn't commented on this song. I love it