This song is a brilliant take on an old punk rock theme: selling out. I love Keith's mataphors; they're so rich and descriptive, yet leave more than enough to the imagination. For example:
"We drew a crowd. The crowd drew blood." describes the young kids just getting into the scene, latching onto the next big thing.
"Who let the flatterer into the gallery on our sweet sixteen?" This line is all about bigwigs at major labels and MTV trying to rake in the cash for someone else's work.
"But it's ok we're got old blood and our veins are rooted to the hornets nest again. New love is tasteless." This is a call to their roots, while at the same time cursing the kids who pick up the albums just because it's cool according to the dictators.
"Our hands are reeking of rapture. It's dripping from our chin." This is at the same time a blessing and a curse of success in the music world. Sure, the money is there, but what of your soul?
This song is a brilliant take on an old punk rock theme: selling out. I love Keith's mataphors; they're so rich and descriptive, yet leave more than enough to the imagination. For example: "We drew a crowd. The crowd drew blood." describes the young kids just getting into the scene, latching onto the next big thing. "Who let the flatterer into the gallery on our sweet sixteen?" This line is all about bigwigs at major labels and MTV trying to rake in the cash for someone else's work. "But it's ok we're got old blood and our veins are rooted to the hornets nest again. New love is tasteless." This is a call to their roots, while at the same time cursing the kids who pick up the albums just because it's cool according to the dictators. "Our hands are reeking of rapture. It's dripping from our chin." This is at the same time a blessing and a curse of success in the music world. Sure, the money is there, but what of your soul?