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.
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In seventy seven and sixty nine, revolution was in the air
I was born too late, into a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
When head of state didn't play guitar, not everybody drove a car
When music really mattered and when radio was king
When accountants didn't have control, and the media couldn't buy your soul
And computers were still scary and we didn't know everything
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In seventy seven and sixty nine, revolution was in the air
I was born too late, into a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
When popstars still remained a myth, and ignorance could still be bliss
And God save the queen, she turned a whiter shade of pale,
My mum and dad were in their teens and anarchy was still a dream
And the only way to stay in touch was a letter in the mail
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In seventy seven and sixty nine, revolution was in the air
I was born too late, into a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
When record shops were still on top, and vinyl was all that they stocked
And the super-info highway was still drifting out in space
Kids were wearing hand me downs, and playing games meant kick around
And footballers still had long hair and dirt across their face
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In seventy seven and sixty nine, revolution was in the air
I was born too late, into a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my
I was born too late, into a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In seventy seven and sixty nine, revolution was in the air
I was born too late, into a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
When head of state didn't play guitar, not everybody drove a car
When music really mattered and when radio was king
When accountants didn't have control, and the media couldn't buy your soul
And computers were still scary and we didn't know everything
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In seventy seven and sixty nine, revolution was in the air
I was born too late, into a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
When popstars still remained a myth, and ignorance could still be bliss
And God save the queen, she turned a whiter shade of pale,
My mum and dad were in their teens and anarchy was still a dream
And the only way to stay in touch was a letter in the mail
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In seventy seven and sixty nine, revolution was in the air
I was born too late, into a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
When record shops were still on top, and vinyl was all that they stocked
And the super-info highway was still drifting out in space
Kids were wearing hand me downs, and playing games meant kick around
And footballers still had long hair and dirt across their face
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In seventy seven and sixty nine, revolution was in the air
I was born too late, into a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my
I was born too late, into a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
Lyrics submitted by laurenhasissues
I Wish I Was A Punk Rocker (With Flowers In My Hair) Lyrics as written by Sandi Thom Ian Brown
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I agree with Venushalley. Who cares if everything she talks about isnt historically accurate? You're missing the message of the song, which is that people these days are so corrupted by money, power and fame etc and don't care about each other. And she did write it herself. Theres nothing manufactured about her, this is what she believes in and I think we need more people like that instead of the self-obsessed "paris hiltons's" that the world is full of today.