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.
Yeah! You got more trouble
Than you can handle, honey!
What the fuck are you gonna do?
How are you gonna scrape on by?
I do believe that there are two
Things you do in this situation
You leave town or go into hiding
Because some people got brains and
Other people got talent
Others just look good
You and me, we got none of those things
But listen up:
Uh my, my, my, my, what a position:
The love of my life smoking
Crack in the kitchen
Lovely long nails and a nasty half grin:
"It's a living, " she shrugs
It's a missile disguised as an ethic
It's a rabbit suffocating in a rabbit hole
It's politics as usual
Ba Ba Bum, Ba Ba Bum Ba Bum
Ba Ba Bum, Ba Ba Bum Ba Bum
Ba Ba Bum, Some kind of disaster relief
Honest homes simple words, simple words
And honest hopes are like skipping stones
Skipping stones
Well you can tell that things
Are getting terribly real
When the suckers in charge don't even
Gotta lie to the people
And the only megaphone left working
Is attached to a steeple
It's a concrete national forest
It's a kid with a gun at the age of 10
It's like the last dying gasp of a friend
Ba Ba Bum, Ba Ba Bum Ba Bum
Ba Ba Bum, Ba Ba Bum Ba Bum
Ba Ba Bum, Some kind of disaster relief
Than you can handle, honey!
What the fuck are you gonna do?
How are you gonna scrape on by?
I do believe that there are two
Things you do in this situation
You leave town or go into hiding
Because some people got brains and
Other people got talent
Others just look good
You and me, we got none of those things
But listen up:
Uh my, my, my, my, what a position:
The love of my life smoking
Crack in the kitchen
Lovely long nails and a nasty half grin:
"It's a living, " she shrugs
It's a missile disguised as an ethic
It's a rabbit suffocating in a rabbit hole
It's politics as usual
Ba Ba Bum, Ba Ba Bum Ba Bum
Ba Ba Bum, Ba Ba Bum Ba Bum
Ba Ba Bum, Some kind of disaster relief
Honest homes simple words, simple words
And honest hopes are like skipping stones
Skipping stones
Well you can tell that things
Are getting terribly real
When the suckers in charge don't even
Gotta lie to the people
And the only megaphone left working
Is attached to a steeple
It's a concrete national forest
It's a kid with a gun at the age of 10
It's like the last dying gasp of a friend
Ba Ba Bum, Ba Ba Bum Ba Bum
Ba Ba Bum, Ba Ba Bum Ba Bum
Ba Ba Bum, Some kind of disaster relief
Lyrics submitted by DakotaFloyd
Some Kind of Disaster Relief Lyrics as written by Andrew Link Alexander Bekuhrs
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Yeah! you got more trouble then you can handle honey! The f#ck you gonna do? How you gonna scrape on by? I do believe that their are two things you do in this situation, lay down or go into hiding. Cuz some people got brains, Other people got talent Others just look good You and me we got none of those things but listen up!
My, my, my, what a position: The love of my life smoking crack in the kitchen. Lovely long nails and a nasty half grin: “It's a livin',” she shrugs. It's a missile disguised as an ethic. It's a rabbit suffocating in a rabbit hole. It's politics as usual.
Some kind of disaster relief! Some kind of disaster relief! Some kind of disaster relief!
Honest homes, simple words, and honest hopes are like skipping stones skipping stones
You can tell that things are getting terribly real when the suckers in charge don't even gotta lie to the people. And the only megaphone left working is attached to a steeple. It's a concrete national forest. It's a kid with a gun at the age of 10. It's like the last dying gasp of a friend.
Some kind of disaster relief. Some kind of disaster relief!