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.
Unsettled, unphased today
by the things I hear you saying.
A bottle broken,
so soft spoken.
When you can't keep drinking,
but you won't go home,
cos you know what's coming up, if you're sitting drunk at home alone.
Cos we're all so helpless, when we're on our own.
So on and on and on we go...
"Fuck being sad,
I'm so over it,
Fuck having my head,
Three feet in the sand."
You're not lost,
Don't be scared,
You've gotta start building on the hope that you spared.
Trust me, I know you'll get through it,
I've done it before it's just in your head.
Fuck being sad,
I'm so over it,
Fuck having my head,
Three feet in the sand.
Let go of what you took,
Your hands are tied back,
Forget how it looks,
To be despondent.
Fuck being sad,
I'm so over it,
Fuck having my head,
Three feet in the sand.
by the things I hear you saying.
A bottle broken,
so soft spoken.
When you can't keep drinking,
but you won't go home,
cos you know what's coming up, if you're sitting drunk at home alone.
Cos we're all so helpless, when we're on our own.
So on and on and on we go...
"Fuck being sad,
I'm so over it,
Fuck having my head,
Three feet in the sand."
You're not lost,
Don't be scared,
You've gotta start building on the hope that you spared.
Trust me, I know you'll get through it,
I've done it before it's just in your head.
Fuck being sad,
I'm so over it,
Fuck having my head,
Three feet in the sand.
Let go of what you took,
Your hands are tied back,
Forget how it looks,
To be despondent.
Fuck being sad,
I'm so over it,
Fuck having my head,
Three feet in the sand.
Lyrics submitted by xKissxHerxBruisesx
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