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.
People want my power
And they want my station
Storm my winter palace
But they couldn't take it
All the way to Paris
Ride my reputation
Try to pull my status
But they couldn't fake it
Ay, ay, ay, ay...
Trying to pull a full on, your gas won't go
Grande chicken on your ass oh no
Man lookin' for your ticket like let's all go
Buddy still I'm in it, but your gas won't go
When you look on you look on you're racin'
But I'm too gone I'm too gone How that song go
When you get on you get on you're shaken
Man you took on you took on too much don't blow
AWWWW....
People want my power
And they want my station
Storm my winter palace
But they couldn't take it
All the way to Paris
Ride my reputation
Try to pull my status
But they couldn't fake it
Ay, ay, ay, ay...
Can I get a witness, the quo's so low
Everybody itchin' for a throne to throw
And you can be the wiget to my turbo
Better sew your status while the quo's so low
Do you forget the forget the basics
Want to go long, to go long
You must go slow
Trying to skip all the skip all the bases
But your slippin', your slidin' can't make it go
AWWWWW....
People want my power
And they want my station
Storm my winter palace
But they couldn't take it
All the way to Paris
Ride my reputation
Try to pull my status
But they couldn't fake it
How hard we fall
I'm another instrument to crash your
Crash your, crash your party
HA! Crash!
People want my power
And they want my station
Storm my winter palace
But they couldn't take it
All the way to Paris
Ride my reputation
Try to pull my status
But they couldn't fake it
Ay, ay, ay, ay...
And they want my station
Storm my winter palace
But they couldn't take it
All the way to Paris
Ride my reputation
Try to pull my status
But they couldn't fake it
Ay, ay, ay, ay...
Trying to pull a full on, your gas won't go
Grande chicken on your ass oh no
Man lookin' for your ticket like let's all go
Buddy still I'm in it, but your gas won't go
When you look on you look on you're racin'
But I'm too gone I'm too gone How that song go
When you get on you get on you're shaken
Man you took on you took on too much don't blow
AWWWW....
People want my power
And they want my station
Storm my winter palace
But they couldn't take it
All the way to Paris
Ride my reputation
Try to pull my status
But they couldn't fake it
Ay, ay, ay, ay...
Can I get a witness, the quo's so low
Everybody itchin' for a throne to throw
And you can be the wiget to my turbo
Better sew your status while the quo's so low
Do you forget the forget the basics
Want to go long, to go long
You must go slow
Trying to skip all the skip all the bases
But your slippin', your slidin' can't make it go
AWWWWW....
People want my power
And they want my station
Storm my winter palace
But they couldn't take it
All the way to Paris
Ride my reputation
Try to pull my status
But they couldn't fake it
How hard we fall
I'm another instrument to crash your
Crash your, crash your party
HA! Crash!
People want my power
And they want my station
Storm my winter palace
But they couldn't take it
All the way to Paris
Ride my reputation
Try to pull my status
But they couldn't fake it
Ay, ay, ay, ay...
Lyrics submitted by omfgmatty, edited by Mellow_Harsher
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oh fuck yeah.