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.
I am just another fool,
And I have to, keep telling myself that
I am just a hypocrite,
And I have to, keep calling you one
And I forgot to bite my tongue,
As my assumption, is the mother of all mistakes
So I assume the role, open my mouth,
And clumsy words escape
So why you, want to to be there,
When you could be here,
You are slipping away
I awake with your replacement,
A bottle in my grasp, in an unfamiliar place
Because you put me out,
The butt of a sick joke, into this ashtray life
As you come and go, 'cause I forgot
To service you, and we broke down
And you can't live with my mistakes,
But I assume false grace
Open my open arms and grasp at for something true
How are you, how have you been,
Girl I miss you, want to see you again
Oh why you, want to to be there,
When you could be here
You are slipping away
I bring out the worst in you,
And you try to let me know
You bring out the worst in me,
Anxiety, anxiety
I'm trying to let you go,
You say I'm giving you the creeps
So I assume the bole, open my claws
And grasp for your heart
How are you, how have you been,
Girl I miss you, want to see you again
Into you like a mortal stake so vindictive
Your love's slipping away
Violins, into this ashtray life
Violins, the butt of your sick joke
Violins, I'm trying hard to let you go (violins)
And I have to, keep telling myself that
I am just a hypocrite,
And I have to, keep calling you one
And I forgot to bite my tongue,
As my assumption, is the mother of all mistakes
So I assume the role, open my mouth,
And clumsy words escape
So why you, want to to be there,
When you could be here,
You are slipping away
I awake with your replacement,
A bottle in my grasp, in an unfamiliar place
Because you put me out,
The butt of a sick joke, into this ashtray life
As you come and go, 'cause I forgot
To service you, and we broke down
And you can't live with my mistakes,
But I assume false grace
Open my open arms and grasp at for something true
How are you, how have you been,
Girl I miss you, want to see you again
Oh why you, want to to be there,
When you could be here
You are slipping away
I bring out the worst in you,
And you try to let me know
You bring out the worst in me,
Anxiety, anxiety
I'm trying to let you go,
You say I'm giving you the creeps
So I assume the bole, open my claws
And grasp for your heart
How are you, how have you been,
Girl I miss you, want to see you again
Into you like a mortal stake so vindictive
Your love's slipping away
Violins, into this ashtray life
Violins, the butt of your sick joke
Violins, I'm trying hard to let you go (violins)
Lyrics submitted by black_cow_of_death
Violins Lyrics as written by Joseph Cape
Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
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Really good song.............