I missed my chance to see Strapping Young Lad at Ozzfest '06. I wasn't to upset at the time, because I had never heard of them. I pretty much had the idea that they were a comedy band because someone told me 'they have a song were they talk about how much they suck!' While I definitely see comedy as an aspect in both SYL and Devin Townsend, that is only one small part contained in some of their songs. Somehow Townsend manages to make songs that you can laugh at if you want to, or take totally serious if you want to. And it seems his own shit is even more off the wall (coincedence that he's also bipolar?). As for why its not popular, it may have something to do with his own description of it. He says hes not that good at music, but he has his moments, and that his music may not be "for everyone." Well everyone here seems to think he's a musical prodigy.
As for this song...wow. That's a tough one. I decided to have fun and build my interpretation of it as a response from who the speaker is talking to...
(here I may be the voice of devin townsend, someone he's talking to, a child, who knows)
...so you're telling me to eat my beats, then don't eat my beats? Are you trying to get me to break down in tears, or hit you? Or were you just testing me to see how much I would follow your words when telling me to 'eat my beets,' when really I should 'not eat my beats!' Fuck!
And I should be a good little boy and recycle too, right? I see...you want me to what's best. Sometime's that's just hard to figure out.
Oh, oh, there's no message. So you WERE just fucking with me. Bastard....
(I may be the voice of someone else now...perhaps someone he has feelings for, who is intoxicated at the moment)
What? What's wrong with how I'm thinking and what I'm doing? I'm not making you uneasy, am I? The reason you're uneasy is not because of what I might do. It's because of what you might do, with me.
There's no way you're going to stop what you do. And you feel no one else can understand why, because there are things only you know.
And then ends that conversation...
So who knows why you do what you do? Either way, it's YOUR way.
Wish you said something differently to me? You always think about that, but then tell yourself to forget it. You made your choice and it was fine.
Like a child, you have that much less complication in your life because of your choice. But you also do not have me. Cover it up with lies that you are happy with your decision. But inside you scream at your past self to make the decision you should have made.
Now you drown in this full realization...denial becomes even stronger....
Hey, Don't get mad at me because you fucked up! This whole song means nothing. It's just entertainment. I dug too deep. You're mad at me (the listener)!
Since I figured it out...I guess you gave up the lie
Everything blows to you now, you see no light...
you've given up
Well if you want to fix things it's up to you
They may never be the way you planned them...
I missed my chance to see Strapping Young Lad at Ozzfest '06. I wasn't to upset at the time, because I had never heard of them. I pretty much had the idea that they were a comedy band because someone told me 'they have a song were they talk about how much they suck!' While I definitely see comedy as an aspect in both SYL and Devin Townsend, that is only one small part contained in some of their songs. Somehow Townsend manages to make songs that you can laugh at if you want to, or take totally serious if you want to. And it seems his own shit is even more off the wall (coincedence that he's also bipolar?). As for why its not popular, it may have something to do with his own description of it. He says hes not that good at music, but he has his moments, and that his music may not be "for everyone." Well everyone here seems to think he's a musical prodigy.
As for this song...wow. That's a tough one. I decided to have fun and build my interpretation of it as a response from who the speaker is talking to... (here I may be the voice of devin townsend, someone he's talking to, a child, who knows) ...so you're telling me to eat my beats, then don't eat my beats? Are you trying to get me to break down in tears, or hit you? Or were you just testing me to see how much I would follow your words when telling me to 'eat my beets,' when really I should 'not eat my beats!' Fuck!
And I should be a good little boy and recycle too, right? I see...you want me to what's best. Sometime's that's just hard to figure out.
Oh, oh, there's no message. So you WERE just fucking with me. Bastard....
(I may be the voice of someone else now...perhaps someone he has feelings for, who is intoxicated at the moment) What? What's wrong with how I'm thinking and what I'm doing? I'm not making you uneasy, am I? The reason you're uneasy is not because of what I might do. It's because of what you might do, with me. There's no way you're going to stop what you do. And you feel no one else can understand why, because there are things only you know.
And then ends that conversation...
So who knows why you do what you do? Either way, it's YOUR way.
Wish you said something differently to me? You always think about that, but then tell yourself to forget it. You made your choice and it was fine.
Like a child, you have that much less complication in your life because of your choice. But you also do not have me. Cover it up with lies that you are happy with your decision. But inside you scream at your past self to make the decision you should have made. Now you drown in this full realization...denial becomes even stronger.... Hey, Don't get mad at me because you fucked up! This whole song means nothing. It's just entertainment. I dug too deep. You're mad at me (the listener)! Since I figured it out...I guess you gave up the lie Everything blows to you now, you see no light... you've given up
Well if you want to fix things it's up to you They may never be the way you planned them...
DID YOU EXPECT THE CHOICE TO BE MADE FOR YOU?