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.
Sorry for the setback
I know I let you down
Turn back the clocks and step back
And spring might come around
My little misbegotten
You're quite a stubborn bud
If we can't make you open
We will take it out in blood
We'll make a man out of you yet
We will plant brambles in your bed
Just close your eyes and count to ten
This is as good as it will get
Oh, is our little willow weeping?
flutter to your knees
The untilled things before me
Oh, the possibilities
Thank you for the warning
But I still see the sun
A little global warming
Never hurt no one
We'll make a man out of you yet
A crown of thorns around your head
Get off your knees and have a look
This is as good as it will get
At last my little flower
Is getting put to use
You've always been a failure
But now you're bearing strange new fruit
The insides are all useless
But the rest is fertile, so
I'll take the belt from off the hook
And watch the garden grow
We'll make a man out of you yet
You won't know what will hit you next
The gardener's coming to collect
You wanted love that's what you'll get
The gardener's coming to collect
The gardener's coming to collect
The gardener's coming to collect
The gardener's coming to collect
I know I let you down
Turn back the clocks and step back
And spring might come around
My little misbegotten
You're quite a stubborn bud
If we can't make you open
We will take it out in blood
We'll make a man out of you yet
We will plant brambles in your bed
Just close your eyes and count to ten
This is as good as it will get
Oh, is our little willow weeping?
flutter to your knees
The untilled things before me
Oh, the possibilities
Thank you for the warning
But I still see the sun
A little global warming
Never hurt no one
We'll make a man out of you yet
A crown of thorns around your head
Get off your knees and have a look
This is as good as it will get
At last my little flower
Is getting put to use
You've always been a failure
But now you're bearing strange new fruit
The insides are all useless
But the rest is fertile, so
I'll take the belt from off the hook
And watch the garden grow
We'll make a man out of you yet
You won't know what will hit you next
The gardener's coming to collect
You wanted love that's what you'll get
The gardener's coming to collect
The gardener's coming to collect
The gardener's coming to collect
The gardener's coming to collect
Lyrics submitted by marquicerise, edited by wxvxw, Chemi42
The Gardener Lyrics as written by Amanda Palmer
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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these lyrics are all wrong
try this:
sorry for the setback i know i let you down turn back the clocks and step back the spring might come around
uh oh, oh, oh uh oh, oh, oh
my little misbegotten you're quite the stubborn bud if we can't make you open we will take it out in blood
we'll make a man out of you yet we will plant brambles in your bed just close your eyes and count to ten this is as good as it will get
uh oh, oh oh uh oh, oh oh
know this my little willow weaping flutter to your knees the untilled things before me oh, the possibilities
uh oh, oh oh uh oh, oh oh
thank you for the warning but i still see the sun a little global warming never hurt no one
we'll make a man out of you yet a crown of thorns around your head get off your knees and have a look this is as good as it will get
uh oh, oh oh uh oh, oh oh
at last my little flower is getting put to use you've always been a failure but now you're bearing strange new fruit
uh oh uh oh, oh oh
the insides aren't wilting the rest is fertile so i will take the belt from off the hook and watch the garden grow
uh oh, oh oh uh oh, oh oh
thank you for the warning but i still see the sun a little global warming never hurt no one
we'll make a man out of you yet you won't know what will hit you next the gardener's coming to collect you wanted love: thats what you get
the gardener's coming to collect the gardener's coming to collect the gardener's coming to collect the gardener's coming to collect
the gardener's coming to collect