Gods & Monsters

I have no much experience in analysing songs or poetry and I see many contemporary/pop songs as only throwing “catchy” phrases at the listener, which is not suppose to make sense. However “Gods and Monsters” made me think a bit (apart from it being a catchy song; the slow beat and unforceful singing is effective; and considering that there might e no real meaning, just having a “fun” with words).

But here goes. The title Gods and Monsters imply that this God is not a nice person/entity. There is no craving towards “God”, but rather an escape from “God”. Was an angle, thus was with “God” but not anymore. Escaped from the clutches or control…

The song can be seen as a parody, making life seem worse than it is, but some of the lyrics sounds almost sarcastic:.“Give it to me…that’s what I truly want” can read “do you honestly think this is what I want or what makes me happy?”

The line “If I get a little prettier, can I be your baby?” has a very sad undertone.

I translate “innocence lost” as “not naïve any more”. Her eyes opened to what’s really happening and then do not want to give her soul to the “God(s)” of the evil “city of lights”. Living care free life (like Jim Morrison), living away from the “God” and the evil “city”, but knowing it won’t last. There is only a temporary escape, but the end will come. The evil City with its trappings of money and fame will eventually swallow her. The carefree her will die, when she violate her principles and become part of the evil city of money, fame and greed.

The “reference to life imitates art” is interesting. We create art, but then we follow our own creation. Instead that art mirrors us; we copy the art (from music, TV, movies).

There is possible two paragraphs woven into one. On the one hand the angel standing out in the garden of evil and then eventually falling out with “the God” (clearly a metaphor). The other describing the insecurity in the garden, using the “medicine” to cope, but the end is near.

"In the land of gods and monsters, I was an angel. Living in the garden of evil, Shining like a fiery beacon, Me and god we don’t get along, so now I sing.

Screwed up, scared, doing anything that I needed. You got that medicine I need; Fame, liquor, love, give it to me slowly. Put your hands on my waist, do it softly."

Defiance and temporary escape, but knowing it is temporary. The “death” that follows when she betrays her morals and conscience for money fame and fortune, is evident.

"No one’s gonna take my soul away, Living like Jim Morrison. Headed towards a fucked up holiday..."