marskelletor has it - this song is about the afterlife.
There's a place where everyone can be happy.
It's the most beautiful place in the whole fucking world.
It's made of candy canes and planes and bright red choo-choo trains,
And the meanest little boys and the most innocent little girls,
-idealises heaven as a perfection of this world, a playground for happy children
And you know I wish that I could got there.
It's a road that I have not found.
-greg wishes he could also believe this comforting fairytale
And I wish you the best of luck, dear.
Drop a card or letter to my side of town.
-you're free to pursue that fairytale but don't stop being my friend cause i don't follow you to those dreams, to the (religious) side of town
Because there's no time for fussing and fighting my friend,
But baby I'm amazed at the hate that you can send and
humanity shouldn't be fighting each other, we got bigger problems coming up fast, he's amazed that religion can hate so many with such fervour when they are supposed to be good for you. with tales of the heaven awaiting you, how did they get you to hate all the non-believers?
But baby I'm amazed at the hate that you can send and
... painted my entire world.
But I... don't have the turpentine to clean what you have soiled.
simple enough. religion/christianity has painted the entire world, redecorated it so it looks like what their religion tells them it should, and bad religion/the athiests/nonbelievers aren't strong enough to wipe that off and show people how it really is
There's a place where everyone can be right,
Even though you remain determined to be opposed.
that place is, of course, death, and religions are determined to be opposed to anyone who says that death is the end
Admittance requires no qualifications:
It's where everyone has been and where everybody goes.
it doesn't take prayers or blessings or a good life free of sin for someone to die. death is the same as pre-birth.
So please try not to be impatient,
For we all hate standing in line.
don't rush to your death like life is some sort of waiting line for entrance to heaven
And when the farm is good and bought, you'll be there without a thought,
when you die you'll go to this place, and you'll have no thoughts, no consciousness.
And eternity, my friend, is a long fucking time.
and you'll be that way (ie non-existent) for ever, stressing the length of eternity a word often bandied around
marskelletor has it - this song is about the afterlife.
There's a place where everyone can be happy. It's the most beautiful place in the whole fucking world. It's made of candy canes and planes and bright red choo-choo trains, And the meanest little boys and the most innocent little girls, -idealises heaven as a perfection of this world, a playground for happy children
And you know I wish that I could got there. It's a road that I have not found. -greg wishes he could also believe this comforting fairytale
And I wish you the best of luck, dear. Drop a card or letter to my side of town. -you're free to pursue that fairytale but don't stop being my friend cause i don't follow you to those dreams, to the (religious) side of town
Because there's no time for fussing and fighting my friend, But baby I'm amazed at the hate that you can send and
But baby I'm amazed at the hate that you can send and ... painted my entire world. But I... don't have the turpentine to clean what you have soiled.
There's a place where everyone can be right, Even though you remain determined to be opposed.
Admittance requires no qualifications: It's where everyone has been and where everybody goes.
So please try not to be impatient, For we all hate standing in line.
And when the farm is good and bought, you'll be there without a thought,
And eternity, my friend, is a long fucking time.
And I won't forget it
I would have written my own interpretation down, but I think you did it for me! Ditto everything here.
I would have written my own interpretation down, but I think you did it for me! Ditto everything here.