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.
My love comes, and when it does
It's a crazy kind of
Selective affection
My love flows like a wise guy's tie
In the zanniest of directions
My love protection, my love erection
You better get some of my infection
My love can be-a-bigger than
The hoover dam
My love can hide behind
A grain of sand
My love for life is fueled by
The love for my man
I love his mother and
The silly mystic man
Some people think he's bad
They say he doesn't laugh
And ask my dad
My love is death to apartheid rule
My love is deepest depth, the ocean blues
My love is the Zulu groove
My love is keep it or move
My love is a laughin' boozed
My love is the pussy juice
My love can't be refused
My love is gettin' my food
My love, my love
My love began from love
My love for an unknown grubby bum
My love for the baby suckin' on his thumb
My love for the best set of buns
My love for the feel of the drums
My love for a butter knuckle hands
My love for the swedes in the bad
My love for the legs that I spin
My love for the fat mingy
My love, my love
My love is my gross inner self
My love is my dick in my head
My love is my gross inner self
My love is my dick in my head
It's a crazy kind of
Selective affection
My love flows like a wise guy's tie
In the zanniest of directions
My love protection, my love erection
You better get some of my infection
My love can be-a-bigger than
The hoover dam
My love can hide behind
A grain of sand
My love for life is fueled by
The love for my man
I love his mother and
The silly mystic man
Some people think he's bad
They say he doesn't laugh
And ask my dad
My love is death to apartheid rule
My love is deepest depth, the ocean blues
My love is the Zulu groove
My love is keep it or move
My love is a laughin' boozed
My love is the pussy juice
My love can't be refused
My love is gettin' my food
My love, my love
My love began from love
My love for an unknown grubby bum
My love for the baby suckin' on his thumb
My love for the best set of buns
My love for the feel of the drums
My love for a butter knuckle hands
My love for the swedes in the bad
My love for the legs that I spin
My love for the fat mingy
My love, my love
My love is my gross inner self
My love is my dick in my head
My love is my gross inner self
My love is my dick in my head
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Ok..... Here's my corrections:
My love comes And when it does It's a crazy kind of Selective affection My love flows like a wise guy's tie In the zaniest of direcions My love protection, my love erection You better get some of my nfection My love can be bigger than The hoover dam My love can hide behind A grain of sand My love for life is fueled by The love for my man I love his mother and The silly Mixed up Man Some people think he's bad They say he doesn't laugh And ask my dad
My love is death to Apartheid rule My love is deepest depth, the ocean blues
My love is the Zulu groove My love is coop-a-loop move My love is lightning's blues My love is the pussy juice My love can't be refused My love is gettin' skin on my flute My love, my love
My love began from love My love for an unknown grubby bum My love for the baby suckin' on his thumb My love for the best set of buns My love for the feel of the drums My love for a bunch o knuckleheads My love for the sweet smell of bread My love for the legs that spread My love for the fat natty dread My love, my love
My love is my toes in the sand My love is my dick in my hand My love is my toes in the sand My love is my dick in my hand...
....So I guess Prismpuck was OK on the first verse or so.... but man, come on, what the hell is a butter knuckle hands? What are sweedes in the bad? Fat mingy? Dick in my head? Wow.
@lahdeefrigginda hahahahahahahaha! The posted lyrics are hysterical nonsense!