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.
I’m sure that I’m moving to St Louis
Three long years wondering here in New York City
I guess I’m looking for the right way to do this
I guess I’m looking for the right things to call pretty
Young boys playing in the park turning their backs to take a shot
You know I’ll stay sharp around here ‘cause they’re stoning and leaving type
It’s the kind of love that comes and goes when there’s company coming around
What’s a boy to do who knows no man now
What’s a boy to do who knows no man now
Daddy’s been looking down his nose at all of them
And I’ve been looking round for someone to tell me who I am
He kept saying I was too young to finish a fight
I’d die each time they came I never got to draw my knife
Well it was just a pair of shoes in a middle school room with the world watching in
An angel is crying I’m dying just a little inside as they ran away
Funny which words stick around 20 years down when you’re driving alone
What’s a boy to do when there’s no man at home
What’s a boy to do when there’s no man at home
Well I’ll stack all my books into perfect rows
From the biggest down to the smallest ones
And I buy all the perfect clothes
Bullet proof and black, where I look like a son
Well it was just a rainy night at his house
A bottle spinning around the room
And everybody’s singing and slipping down the bottom of a halfway rush of blood
And I was grabbing Missy but I was trying to find the light switch in the dark
What’s a boy to do with no man in his heart
What’s a boy to do with no man in his heart
It’s all quiet for the first time
With no voices left to fall
I saw a boy at the bottom of the bridge
His car was left there on the top
It’s four o’clock in the morning
Didn’t need to be like this
There’s a white sheet left to cover up
What should have been a holy kiss
It’s not like those days
It’s not like I’m scared of you
What’s the son of man and a boy to do
What’s the son of man and a boy to you
Three long years wondering here in New York City
I guess I’m looking for the right way to do this
I guess I’m looking for the right things to call pretty
Young boys playing in the park turning their backs to take a shot
You know I’ll stay sharp around here ‘cause they’re stoning and leaving type
It’s the kind of love that comes and goes when there’s company coming around
What’s a boy to do who knows no man now
What’s a boy to do who knows no man now
Daddy’s been looking down his nose at all of them
And I’ve been looking round for someone to tell me who I am
He kept saying I was too young to finish a fight
I’d die each time they came I never got to draw my knife
Well it was just a pair of shoes in a middle school room with the world watching in
An angel is crying I’m dying just a little inside as they ran away
Funny which words stick around 20 years down when you’re driving alone
What’s a boy to do when there’s no man at home
What’s a boy to do when there’s no man at home
Well I’ll stack all my books into perfect rows
From the biggest down to the smallest ones
And I buy all the perfect clothes
Bullet proof and black, where I look like a son
Well it was just a rainy night at his house
A bottle spinning around the room
And everybody’s singing and slipping down the bottom of a halfway rush of blood
And I was grabbing Missy but I was trying to find the light switch in the dark
What’s a boy to do with no man in his heart
What’s a boy to do with no man in his heart
It’s all quiet for the first time
With no voices left to fall
I saw a boy at the bottom of the bridge
His car was left there on the top
It’s four o’clock in the morning
Didn’t need to be like this
There’s a white sheet left to cover up
What should have been a holy kiss
It’s not like those days
It’s not like I’m scared of you
What’s the son of man and a boy to do
What’s the son of man and a boy to you
Lyrics submitted by New Year's Project
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i think this song is beautiful, but i can't figure out its meaning...
I saw him in a small setting this past summer and he said it's a song he wrote through his father's eyes, about his experiences with his father.