I always like to imagine that this song takes place during Orwell's 1984. Everything is just a little dirty and a little cold and a little grey, and there's that lonesome aching in the bones that tells you you've been dealt some great injustice, but you can't remember things being any different.
And the guy holds his camera like a bible because beauty is so rare in those days! Not even beauty, just... secrecy, being able to have something un-inspected and un-fuddled. You know? Something organic. It's sacred and special and he's careful with it.
In a world like that, art would be the first little step towards fighting the man. Photography, holding truth, could make the people realize they've been cheated out of their lives, and... yeah. So they're just huddled there in the dark room, clutching their sacred vessels of change, probably scared silly and about to do something totally epic.
But then it flashes back to the present or back to reality, and the main character has only been day-dreaming that he could have rebelled. But he has still won, sort of, because he knows that he has been cheated; and also because there are beautiful things like flowers in the world--which he compares to bright and colorful new TVs because that is the closest to flowers that anyone from 1984 can get--if he could only find his camera and show the public their motivation!
I always like to imagine that this song takes place during Orwell's 1984. Everything is just a little dirty and a little cold and a little grey, and there's that lonesome aching in the bones that tells you you've been dealt some great injustice, but you can't remember things being any different.
And the guy holds his camera like a bible because beauty is so rare in those days! Not even beauty, just... secrecy, being able to have something un-inspected and un-fuddled. You know? Something organic. It's sacred and special and he's careful with it.
In a world like that, art would be the first little step towards fighting the man. Photography, holding truth, could make the people realize they've been cheated out of their lives, and... yeah. So they're just huddled there in the dark room, clutching their sacred vessels of change, probably scared silly and about to do something totally epic.
But then it flashes back to the present or back to reality, and the main character has only been day-dreaming that he could have rebelled. But he has still won, sort of, because he knows that he has been cheated; and also because there are beautiful things like flowers in the world--which he compares to bright and colorful new TVs because that is the closest to flowers that anyone from 1984 can get--if he could only find his camera and show the public their motivation!