My Body So Thin So Tired Beaten For Years Ploughshare To Bomb So Hard
Bone Bomb
My Village So Dusty So Dry Buildings Pushed Over Lives Heaped Together Young Girls Dreaming Of Beautiful Deaths Popstar Pictures Above Their Beds Above Their Heads Troops
Everything Stolen Except My Bones And Now I Am Only Bone I Waited For Peace And Here Is My Peace Here In This Last Still Moment Of My Life
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eno said this was inspired by reading a certain newspaper, and seeing two articles:
an interview or something with a girl who was going to be a suicide bomber and had plans and stuff but then didn't go through with it, for whatever reason, and
an article where a doctor was talking about the effects of a terrorist blowing themselves up, and how it shattered their body, and the bones became like shrapnel, and when you looked at the bodies of people killed in the blasts, they have bone-shrapnel all in them and it was impossible to tell whether the bones belonged to them or someone else. Yuck.
Wow, that's pretty gross. This song is very foreboding and scary to me. On the one hand, I see it being about anorexia. When she says, "young girls dreaming of beautiful deaths, popstar pictures above their beds", it reminds me of how media portrayals of women are so heavily influential on young girls' health. And you get the image of this woman as being as thin as can be, so much so that she's on the brink of death. Then the song ties this in with war and neglect of peoples' lives, which is largely what the album is about. It's interesting, like he's saying that we've, as a society, put so much stock into these attractive, perfect ideals of how to live that we've drained ourselves completely and left ourselves no room for our actual well being. Now we live in war and decay, an anorexic society.
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eno said this was inspired by reading a certain newspaper, and seeing two articles:
an interview or something with a girl who was going to be a suicide bomber and had plans and stuff but then didn't go through with it, for whatever reason, and
an article where a doctor was talking about the effects of a terrorist blowing themselves up, and how it shattered their body, and the bones became like shrapnel, and when you looked at the bodies of people killed in the blasts, they have bone-shrapnel all in them and it was impossible to tell whether the bones belonged to them or someone else. Yuck.
All of a sudden the ending of the song makes alot of sense. Excellent last track.
All of a sudden the ending of the song makes alot of sense. Excellent last track.
Wow, that's pretty gross. This song is very foreboding and scary to me. On the one hand, I see it being about anorexia. When she says, "young girls dreaming of beautiful deaths, popstar pictures above their beds", it reminds me of how media portrayals of women are so heavily influential on young girls' health. And you get the image of this woman as being as thin as can be, so much so that she's on the brink of death. Then the song ties this in with war and neglect of peoples' lives, which is largely what the album is about. It's interesting, like he's saying that we've, as a society, put so much stock into these attractive, perfect ideals of how to live that we've drained ourselves completely and left ourselves no room for our actual well being. Now we live in war and decay, an anorexic society.