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.
M-I-M-I, M-I-M-I, M-I
Oh, oh, okay
Oh, oh, okay
M-I-M-I, M-I-M-I, M-I
Okay
Oh, oh, okay
Oh, oh, okay (MC)
I thought I'd be with you but you never tried to holla
We can spend a couple million actin' silly in Milano
Boy, hit your horn, beep beep, I'll follow
Have you up in my driveway by tomorrow
Secretly, I know you want to hit it like the lotto
And after that, we can ketchup like tomato
We can make love in Italy in the grotto
Fresh off the jet, at The Met they screaming bravo
Steppin' in my Jimmy Choo's
Yeah, I got it all cute for you, baby
Nothin' like them other girls
I would never be rude to you, baby
Can't wait, just say
That you wanna be more than just friends
Boy, I'ma love you until the end, the end, the end, the end, the end
(More than just friends)
Boy, I'ma love you until the end, the end, the end, the end, the end
(More than just friends)
Boy, until the end
Boy, you got me all mixed up like Cerrato
You got me spinnin' 'round for you like a little model
Steady feenin' for you like them fries at McDonald's
I want to be all on your lips like gelato (ice cream)
Permanently paint me in your picture like Picasso
Love me down 'til I hit the top of my soprano
We can pop bottles while we talkin' on the phone
(Then, baby, come and pluck this thing like a cello, cello, cello)
Steppin' in my Chrissy Liu's
Yeah, I got it all cute for you baby
Nothin' like them other girls
I would never be rude to you, baby
Can't wait, just say
That you wanna be more than just friends
Boy (I'ma love you until the end, the end, the end, the end, the end)
Baby, more than just friends
(Boy, I'ma love you until the end, the end, the end, the end, the end)
(More than just friends)
Boy (baby), until the end
Who's gonna speak and start off this thing
Is it you?
Is it me?
We should say how we feel for each other
Baby boo, I need your touch
Never wanted somethin' so much
Friendship just ain't enough
Boy, I want to be with you until the end, the end, the end, the end
(More than just friends)
(Boy, I'ma love you until the end, the end, the end, the end, the end)
I'ma love you until the end
(More than just friends)
Oh, baby, I'ma love you until the end (the end, the end, the end, the end)
Baby more than just friends
Boy, until the end, yeah yeah, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, okay
Oh, oh, okay
M-I-M-I, M-I-M-I, M-I
Okay
Oh, oh, okay
Oh, oh, okay (MC)
I thought I'd be with you but you never tried to holla
We can spend a couple million actin' silly in Milano
Boy, hit your horn, beep beep, I'll follow
Have you up in my driveway by tomorrow
Secretly, I know you want to hit it like the lotto
And after that, we can ketchup like tomato
We can make love in Italy in the grotto
Fresh off the jet, at The Met they screaming bravo
Steppin' in my Jimmy Choo's
Yeah, I got it all cute for you, baby
Nothin' like them other girls
I would never be rude to you, baby
Can't wait, just say
That you wanna be more than just friends
Boy, I'ma love you until the end, the end, the end, the end, the end
(More than just friends)
Boy, I'ma love you until the end, the end, the end, the end, the end
(More than just friends)
Boy, until the end
Boy, you got me all mixed up like Cerrato
You got me spinnin' 'round for you like a little model
Steady feenin' for you like them fries at McDonald's
I want to be all on your lips like gelato (ice cream)
Permanently paint me in your picture like Picasso
Love me down 'til I hit the top of my soprano
We can pop bottles while we talkin' on the phone
(Then, baby, come and pluck this thing like a cello, cello, cello)
Steppin' in my Chrissy Liu's
Yeah, I got it all cute for you baby
Nothin' like them other girls
I would never be rude to you, baby
Can't wait, just say
That you wanna be more than just friends
Boy (I'ma love you until the end, the end, the end, the end, the end)
Baby, more than just friends
(Boy, I'ma love you until the end, the end, the end, the end, the end)
(More than just friends)
Boy (baby), until the end
Who's gonna speak and start off this thing
Is it you?
Is it me?
We should say how we feel for each other
Baby boo, I need your touch
Never wanted somethin' so much
Friendship just ain't enough
Boy, I want to be with you until the end, the end, the end, the end
(More than just friends)
(Boy, I'ma love you until the end, the end, the end, the end, the end)
I'ma love you until the end
(More than just friends)
Oh, baby, I'ma love you until the end (the end, the end, the end, the end)
Baby more than just friends
Boy, until the end, yeah yeah, oh, oh, oh
Lyrics submitted by notactiveanymore
More Than Just Friends Lyrics as written by Christopher Stewart Terius Nash
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It's "We can pop bottles, get me acting all Me llamo"