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.
Come and get me out of this town, oh, now
Come and save me
Come and rescue me from this giant hotel full of bones and babies
Take a look at yourself
A look that will sell
Call your aunt about the tea she abandoned
Yeah, while she placed him in a can and canned 'em
It's the same as any day now
Except your teeth are falling out
And you're going upstairs
Yeah, you're going upstairs
It's an upstairs harmony
And when you get there you can write a song to keep you company
There are good things
There are good things to eat
And tonight we're eating meat
(Goody goody goody)
There's a couple of things
I should tell you about
That the fuckers wouldn't sell
'Cause they're too cheap to tell
It's the men who feed on human beings
And they dawdle about
With their bellies hanging out
You can wash their fingers
But they never leave
You can bite your tongue
But it turns them on
And when you're ready to go
They'll pinch at your sides
And they'll make you recite
Brilliant songs about the symphony
I hate their skin
And I hate their trees
And their yards that they wrap with their plastics and greens
And their white houses
The goddamn white teeth
And the chemical drenched on the hair that they squeeze
I hate their sex
And the brats that they breed
And the air that they breathe
And they hated me
And they hated me
And they hated me
And they hated me
And they hated me
But then they ate me, and then they ate me
And they thought I was tasty
Well, then they ate me, and then they ate me
And they thought I was tasty
Well, then they ate me, and then they ate me
And they thought I was tasty
Well, then they ate me, and then they ate me
And they thought I was tasty, thought I was tasty
Thought I was tasty, thought I was tasty
Come and save me
Come and rescue me from this giant hotel full of bones and babies
Take a look at yourself
A look that will sell
Call your aunt about the tea she abandoned
Yeah, while she placed him in a can and canned 'em
It's the same as any day now
Except your teeth are falling out
And you're going upstairs
Yeah, you're going upstairs
It's an upstairs harmony
And when you get there you can write a song to keep you company
There are good things
There are good things to eat
And tonight we're eating meat
(Goody goody goody)
There's a couple of things
I should tell you about
That the fuckers wouldn't sell
'Cause they're too cheap to tell
It's the men who feed on human beings
And they dawdle about
With their bellies hanging out
You can wash their fingers
But they never leave
You can bite your tongue
But it turns them on
And when you're ready to go
They'll pinch at your sides
And they'll make you recite
Brilliant songs about the symphony
I hate their skin
And I hate their trees
And their yards that they wrap with their plastics and greens
And their white houses
The goddamn white teeth
And the chemical drenched on the hair that they squeeze
I hate their sex
And the brats that they breed
And the air that they breathe
And they hated me
And they hated me
And they hated me
And they hated me
And they hated me
But then they ate me, and then they ate me
And they thought I was tasty
Well, then they ate me, and then they ate me
And they thought I was tasty
Well, then they ate me, and then they ate me
And they thought I was tasty
Well, then they ate me, and then they ate me
And they thought I was tasty, thought I was tasty
Thought I was tasty, thought I was tasty
Lyrics submitted by ELMOnster, edited by NepetaLeijon, sovara
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This girl is absolutely nuts, I love her! Met her a couple of times, she's lovely... great song.