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 lazy, you know it
I'm ready for the second show
Amazin', thing growing
Just waitin' for the juice to flow
But you're so very picturesque
You're so very cold
Tastes like roses on your breath
But graveyards on your soul
I'm hurting, I'm wanting
I'm aching for another go
You're squirming wet, baby
Nothin' bad comin' very slow
And it's burnin' holes in me
You're so very picturesque
You're so very cold
It tastes like roses on your breath
But graveyards on your soul... whoa-oh
One spastic explosion
Two pressure-cookers go insane
It makes me act crazy
I shiver but I love this game
You're so very ordinary
You're so very lame
Tastes like whiskey on your lips
And earthworms rule your brain
I'm ready for the second show
Amazin', thing growing
Just waitin' for the juice to flow
But you're so very picturesque
You're so very cold
Tastes like roses on your breath
But graveyards on your soul
I'm hurting, I'm wanting
I'm aching for another go
You're squirming wet, baby
Nothin' bad comin' very slow
And it's burnin' holes in me
You're so very picturesque
You're so very cold
It tastes like roses on your breath
But graveyards on your soul... whoa-oh
One spastic explosion
Two pressure-cookers go insane
It makes me act crazy
I shiver but I love this game
You're so very ordinary
You're so very lame
Tastes like whiskey on your lips
And earthworms rule your brain
Lyrics submitted by 2006200720082009
Blue Turk Lyrics as written by Alice Cooper Michael Bruce
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
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Yes, necophilia fits. Only ONE spastic explosion but TWO pressure cookers - his balls? Very crude, very Alice! Thanks, moik. Still a weird title.
"Necophilia"! I need a new keyboard :)