A beautiful ambitious song: an attempt to sum up the entire human condition in a simple song.
Mankind, the "He" of the first line, is born into a world that seems insufficient to his imagination: our "blue veins" carry blood back to our hearts for oxygen until such time as we die and our "lips" too turn blue. We respond to the realisation of the brevity of life and fast-approaching death with dismay; "God. this is all there is!"
Burdened ("tired") by this realisation, man conjures up meanings for his life ("pictures in his mind awoke") and proceeds to believe in all sorts of Gods ("all the gods") and material ambitions ("all the worlds"). Each human taking smatterings of these awoken ideas and explanations to create their own belief system, which "collides" with the belief systems of other humans, on "a Backdrop" of our "Blue" planet.
We all can recall the first fascinating picture taken of our blue planet by the camera we sent into space, all those years ago. This blue planet is the context for all the hopes and dreams and ideas with which we frame our lives.
Regina does not say whether the ideas of gods "awoke(n)" in us are true or not. This is a tale of the lonely confused human condition we are all born into, not a commentary on which belief system is right. Regina simply describes the existential anguish we all feel as we try to figure life out.
And the evolution ("breeding") of all people's varying beliefs and ways of living causes us all to become disconnected from each other ("all the people hurried fast, Real fast And no one ever smiled"), so that we lose the human connections which do make us feel happy.
The "white picket fences" we construct around our lives, with our gathering "breeding" "evolving "knowledge" protect us from real existential danger ("the enemy lines"), providing necessary shelter, clothing, etc, but simultaneously, mankind is formed into lonely "assembly lines" of different people accepting different truths and roles in the world, no longer focused on the common truths of universal striving and death.
Our blue lives on this blue planet can indeed be mournfully, sadly blue, even as we phonily "smile real wide for the camera lenses" we created in our delusions of progress.
A beautiful ambitious song: an attempt to sum up the entire human condition in a simple song.
Mankind, the "He" of the first line, is born into a world that seems insufficient to his imagination: our "blue veins" carry blood back to our hearts for oxygen until such time as we die and our "lips" too turn blue. We respond to the realisation of the brevity of life and fast-approaching death with dismay; "God. this is all there is!"
Burdened ("tired") by this realisation, man conjures up meanings for his life ("pictures in his mind awoke") and proceeds to believe in all sorts of Gods ("all the gods") and material ambitions ("all the worlds"). Each human taking smatterings of these awoken ideas and explanations to create their own belief system, which "collides" with the belief systems of other humans, on "a Backdrop" of our "Blue" planet.
We all can recall the first fascinating picture taken of our blue planet by the camera we sent into space, all those years ago. This blue planet is the context for all the hopes and dreams and ideas with which we frame our lives.
Regina does not say whether the ideas of gods "awoke(n)" in us are true or not. This is a tale of the lonely confused human condition we are all born into, not a commentary on which belief system is right. Regina simply describes the existential anguish we all feel as we try to figure life out.
And the evolution ("breeding") of all people's varying beliefs and ways of living causes us all to become disconnected from each other ("all the people hurried fast, Real fast And no one ever smiled"), so that we lose the human connections which do make us feel happy.
The "white picket fences" we construct around our lives, with our gathering "breeding" "evolving "knowledge" protect us from real existential danger ("the enemy lines"), providing necessary shelter, clothing, etc, but simultaneously, mankind is formed into lonely "assembly lines" of different people accepting different truths and roles in the world, no longer focused on the common truths of universal striving and death.
Our blue lives on this blue planet can indeed be mournfully, sadly blue, even as we phonily "smile real wide for the camera lenses" we created in our delusions of progress.