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.
Walking up to me expecting
Walking up to me
Expecting words
It happens all the time
Present company excepted
Present company
Accept the worst
It happens every night
Ah-ah, ah-ah
Present company
Excluded every time
Ah-ah, ah-ah
Present company
The best that you can find
Talking like a jerk
Except you are an actual jerk
And living proof
That sometimes friends are mean
Present company expect it
Present company
Just laugh it off
It's better than it seems
Ah-ah, ah-ah
Present company
Excluded in every way
Ah-ah, ah-ah
Present company
Makes me wanna stay
Killing it with close inspection
Killing it can only make it worse
It sort of makes it breathe
Present company accepting
Presently we all expect the worst
It works just like a need
Ah-ah, ah-ah
Present company
Excluded in the night
Ah-ah, ah-ah
Present company
Included in the fight
Ah-ah
Ah-ah
Ah, ah-ah
Don't you want for me to wake up?
Then give me just a bit of your time
Arguments are made for make outs
So give it just a little more time
We've got to bring our resources
I wanna play it 'til the time comes
Forget your string of divorces
Just go and throw your little hands up
It's late
Oh
Honey, it's late
Oh
I miss the way the night comes
With friends who always make it feel good
This basement has a cold glow
Though it's better than a bunch of others
So go and dance yourself clean
Go and dance yourself clean, yeah
You're blowing Marxism to pieces
Baby, their arguments to pieces
It's your show
It's your show
It's your show
It's your show
It's your show
Put your little feet down
I'm hiding out
Every night's a different story
It's a thirty car pile-up with you
Everybody's getting younger
It's the end of an era, it's true
And you go
Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop
Break me into bigger pieces
So some of me is home with you
But wait until the weekend
And we can make our bad dreams come true
And it's a-go
Yeah, it's a-go
And if we wait until the weekend
We can miss the best things to do
You go and dance yourself clean
Gotta dance yourself clean, yeah
And blow the Marxism to pieces
Their little arguments to pieces
Oh
Wish you'd try a little harder
In the tedious march of the few
Every day's a different warning
There's a part of me hoping it's true
Walking up to me
Expecting words
It happens all the time
Present company excepted
Present company
Accept the worst
It happens every night
Ah-ah, ah-ah
Present company
Excluded every time
Ah-ah, ah-ah
Present company
The best that you can find
Talking like a jerk
Except you are an actual jerk
And living proof
That sometimes friends are mean
Present company expect it
Present company
Just laugh it off
It's better than it seems
Ah-ah, ah-ah
Present company
Excluded in every way
Ah-ah, ah-ah
Present company
Makes me wanna stay
Killing it with close inspection
Killing it can only make it worse
It sort of makes it breathe
Present company accepting
Presently we all expect the worst
It works just like a need
Ah-ah, ah-ah
Present company
Excluded in the night
Ah-ah, ah-ah
Present company
Included in the fight
Ah-ah
Ah-ah
Ah, ah-ah
Don't you want for me to wake up?
Then give me just a bit of your time
Arguments are made for make outs
So give it just a little more time
We've got to bring our resources
I wanna play it 'til the time comes
Forget your string of divorces
Just go and throw your little hands up
It's late
Oh
Honey, it's late
Oh
I miss the way the night comes
With friends who always make it feel good
This basement has a cold glow
Though it's better than a bunch of others
So go and dance yourself clean
Go and dance yourself clean, yeah
You're blowing Marxism to pieces
Baby, their arguments to pieces
It's your show
It's your show
It's your show
It's your show
It's your show
Put your little feet down
I'm hiding out
Every night's a different story
It's a thirty car pile-up with you
Everybody's getting younger
It's the end of an era, it's true
And you go
Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop
Break me into bigger pieces
So some of me is home with you
But wait until the weekend
And we can make our bad dreams come true
And it's a-go
Yeah, it's a-go
And if we wait until the weekend
We can miss the best things to do
You go and dance yourself clean
Gotta dance yourself clean, yeah
And blow the Marxism to pieces
Their little arguments to pieces
Oh
Wish you'd try a little harder
In the tedious march of the few
Every day's a different warning
There's a part of me hoping it's true
Lyrics submitted by _hideandseek, edited by kidcharlamegne, NZfishboy, pikoliu
Dance Yrself Clean Lyrics as written by James Jeremiah Murphy
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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