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.
Starry starry night paint your palette blue and gray look out
On a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my
Soul shadows on the hills sketch the trees and
Daffodils catch the breeze and the winter chills in
Colors on the snowy linen land
Now I understand what you tried to say to me and how you
Suffered for your sanity and how you tried to set them
Free they would not listen they did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now
Starry starry night portraits hung in empty halls frameless
Heads in nameless walls with eyes that watch the world
And can't forget like the strangers that you've met
The ragged men in ragged clothes the silver thorn a bloody
Rose lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
Now I think I know what you tried to say to me and how you
Suffered for your sanity and how you tried to set them free
They would not listen they're not listening still perhaps
They never will
For they could not love you but still your love was true and
When no hope was left inside on that starry starry
Night you took your life as lovers often do
But I could've told you, Vincent
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you
On a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my
Soul shadows on the hills sketch the trees and
Daffodils catch the breeze and the winter chills in
Colors on the snowy linen land
Now I understand what you tried to say to me and how you
Suffered for your sanity and how you tried to set them
Free they would not listen they did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now
Starry starry night portraits hung in empty halls frameless
Heads in nameless walls with eyes that watch the world
And can't forget like the strangers that you've met
The ragged men in ragged clothes the silver thorn a bloody
Rose lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
Now I think I know what you tried to say to me and how you
Suffered for your sanity and how you tried to set them free
They would not listen they're not listening still perhaps
They never will
For they could not love you but still your love was true and
When no hope was left inside on that starry starry
Night you took your life as lovers often do
But I could've told you, Vincent
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you
Lyrics submitted by AtomicGarden
Vincent Lyrics as written by Don Mclean
Lyrics © CONSALAD CO., Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group
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