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.
Freedom to finally taste all that I have been chasing
And now that it's here
Not amused, dear, at just how much time I am wasting
But the nights we stayed up all too late
The red and white stripes, they would blend
Them warm, washed-out lips
Ripped magazines to you is all I could send
Troubled heart folded
And doubled right over
Mon coeur, c'est fort
Perdu tout pouvoir
Avec moi, avec toi, avec coeur
Avec un et c'est pris
Nos têtes, nos langues
Nos oreilles étaient toujours remplies
Mais les histores et chansons de la perte d'innocence
M'ont tellement hanté
Que j'ai remis mes mains dans mes poches
Et ma langue dans ma propre tête
Troubled heart folded
And doubled right over
Mon coeur, c'est fort
Perdu tout pouvoir
Make wrong things right
You get down to the level
'Cause bad things ces sont bigger than you
And now that it's here
Not amused, dear, at just how much time I am wasting
But the nights we stayed up all too late
The red and white stripes, they would blend
Them warm, washed-out lips
Ripped magazines to you is all I could send
Troubled heart folded
And doubled right over
Mon coeur, c'est fort
Perdu tout pouvoir
Avec moi, avec toi, avec coeur
Avec un et c'est pris
Nos têtes, nos langues
Nos oreilles étaient toujours remplies
Mais les histores et chansons de la perte d'innocence
M'ont tellement hanté
Que j'ai remis mes mains dans mes poches
Et ma langue dans ma propre tête
Troubled heart folded
And doubled right over
Mon coeur, c'est fort
Perdu tout pouvoir
Make wrong things right
You get down to the level
'Cause bad things ces sont bigger than you
Lyrics submitted by dustybreeze
Troubled Lyrics as written by Elizabeth Powell
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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Mon couer ... perdu tout pouvoir (My Heart.. Lost Capacity)
Avec moi, avec toi, avec elle, avec ... (With me, with us, with her(or it), with...) Nos têtes, nos ames, nos oreilles était toujours remplis (Our heads, our hearts, our ears was always filled) Mais les histoires et chansons de la pere de nos "sons" mon couer ... (But stories and songs of the father our "sounds" my heart) Que je remi ma main dans mes poches et ma langue dans ma ...(That I Remi my hand in my pockets and my language in my)
beautiful song, about a girl recollecting about nights just spent with her guy just staying up late with eachother, but something happened where the guy had to do something bad in order to correct something but he would never let his problems appear to be bigger than him, but she is morose, perhaps because of a consequence of him facing his problems, maybe death.