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.
Parts of me do wish you weren’t here, but it’s not all that important when we’re this near. It’s just a trick of the mind I suppose, cause I really cannot see you when we get this close. Again I watched the machinery of my desire melt into a twosome midnight choir, but when you’ve seen the one you love across your girlfriend’s shoulder, the things that burn will eventually turn colder. You can lend a shirt and keep it when you go, and I don’t care to get it back, you know. Well, I’m a miserable wreck; I wish I could ask you to stay… Far, far away. Cause it occurred to me what I was fighting for when you re-emerged from the bathroom door and you didn’t look as lovely as you did the night before. There were times when I was blind and didn’t care at all, but if you wish to see the sun, it’s quite unbearable. And there were times when I could see, but didn’t see things straight. She weren’t there, and others were and it was always late. And in the darkness you forget that morning is on its way and right beside you, nestling closer, is the price you pay. I’m sure that I was deaf and blind trapped in a roaring youth, but in the stillness of my heart I always knew the truth: I’m waiting for the day that she might come back home to me.
Lyrics submitted by Lortesav
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Part of me do wish you weren't here, but it's not all that important when we're this near. It's just a trick of the mind, I suppose, cause I really cannot see you when we get this close.
Again I watched the machinery of my desire melt into a twosome midnight choir, but when you've seen the one you love across your girlfriend's shoulder, the things that burn will eventually turn colder.
I'm waiting for the day that she might come back home to me.
I'm waiting for the day that she might come back home to me.
You can lend a shirt and keep it when you go, and I don't care if I get it back, you know. Well, I'm a miserable wreck, I wish I could ask you to stay. Far, far away.
Cause it occurred to me what I was fighting for when you re-emerged from the bathroom door and you didn't look as lovely as you did the night before.
I'm waiting for the day that she might come back home to me.
I'm waiting for the day that she might come back home to me.
There were times when I was blind and didn't care at all, but if you wish to see the sun, it's quite unbearable. And there were times when I could see, but didn't see things straight. She weren't there, and others were and it was always late. And in the darkness you forget that morning is on its way and right beside you, nestling closer, is the price you pay. I'm sure that I was deaf and blind trapped in a roaring youth, but in the stillness of my heart I always knew the truth: I'm waiting for the day that she might come back home to me. I'm waiting for the day that she might come back home to me. I'm waiting for the day that she might come back home to me.