@unsound:
if he really was in a hospital because of cancer or anything similarly serious, he wouldn’t be crawling away. either walking or flying.
these lyrics depict a man who is on the one hand arguing about his situation and on the other hand enjoying it with relish.
“Waiting... to be born again”
metaphor for beginning a new life (after having successfully crawled away of course).
ironically to “be born” is not an action one can undertake, but something that is done to you without your help (and, in the literal sense of being squeezed through a chokingly tight tunnel out of your warm and comfortable mother into a cold and much too loud world, without your approval). so being born is quite the opposite to crawling away, which means an act of will and body, mustering your remaining strength to end a harmful situation, probably in order to save your very life. seems like he’s waiting for someone else to do the job for him.
“Waiting... for the drugs to make it real”
word is, getting away from drugs once you really are in is quite an effort. again an act of body as well as spirit. but going back to “feeling nothing” is not exactly a very promising outlook.
“Waiting... to be disciplined”
sounds like bdsm to me.
“Aching... for your nails across my skin”
common picture: woman scratching man’s back while having sex.
“Wanting... the saddest kind of pain”
“sad pain” can only be emotional (sorrow), or at least I can’t imagine what a sad bodily hurt could be.
he WANTS pain. he LIKES being disciplined (whipped? bonded?) and made sad. so why end it? makes the statement about wanting to crawl away seem pretty pathetic.
at least he seems to be aware of the harmful potential of his situation.
disclaimer:
in no way do I intend to compare bdsm-fans to drug-addicts. the former is about temporarily giving control over my self to a trusted, intimate person. the latter is about giving myself away to a chemical substance for good, denying to take responsibility for my life.
@unsound: if he really was in a hospital because of cancer or anything similarly serious, he wouldn’t be crawling away. either walking or flying.
these lyrics depict a man who is on the one hand arguing about his situation and on the other hand enjoying it with relish.
“Waiting... to be born again” metaphor for beginning a new life (after having successfully crawled away of course). ironically to “be born” is not an action one can undertake, but something that is done to you without your help (and, in the literal sense of being squeezed through a chokingly tight tunnel out of your warm and comfortable mother into a cold and much too loud world, without your approval). so being born is quite the opposite to crawling away, which means an act of will and body, mustering your remaining strength to end a harmful situation, probably in order to save your very life. seems like he’s waiting for someone else to do the job for him.
“Waiting... for the drugs to make it real” word is, getting away from drugs once you really are in is quite an effort. again an act of body as well as spirit. but going back to “feeling nothing” is not exactly a very promising outlook.
“Waiting... to be disciplined” sounds like bdsm to me.
“Aching... for your nails across my skin” common picture: woman scratching man’s back while having sex.
“Wanting... the saddest kind of pain” “sad pain” can only be emotional (sorrow), or at least I can’t imagine what a sad bodily hurt could be.
he WANTS pain. he LIKES being disciplined (whipped? bonded?) and made sad. so why end it? makes the statement about wanting to crawl away seem pretty pathetic. at least he seems to be aware of the harmful potential of his situation.
disclaimer: in no way do I intend to compare bdsm-fans to drug-addicts. the former is about temporarily giving control over my self to a trusted, intimate person. the latter is about giving myself away to a chemical substance for good, denying to take responsibility for my life.