I think this is about how so many people are trapped by their television sets. I think the average American now spends 4 or 5 hours a day -- the majority of their free time -- watching television.
"Tonight I'll have a look
And try to find my face again
Buried beneath this house"
He's looking for himself but he's buried by his television addiction. He's a couch potato.
"My spirit screams and dies again
Out back a monster wears a cloak of Persian leather"
The monster is his leather couch he lives on.
"Behind the TV screen
I've fallen to my knees"
He's praying for the will to escape and live outside of the fantasy world of TV.
"I said you got me where you want me again
And I can't turn away
I'm hanging by thread and I'm feelin like a fool
I'm stuck here in-between
The shadows of my yesterday
I want to get away
I need to get away"
Pretty straight forward: He can't turn away from the TV, because he has to see what is going to happen next. He feels like a fool but can't turn away.
"Blanket of silence
Makes me want to sink my teeth in deep
Burn all the evidence
A fabricated disbelief
Pull back the curtains
Took a look into your eyes
My tongue has now become
A platform for your lies"
The blanket of silence is his mind turning off during TV, he wants to sink his teeth into the tv, to destroy it and burn it. He wants to burn its "fabricated disbelief": the suspension of disbelief necessary to believe the crap on TV. He says take a look into the "eyes" of those on TV, for he has now become a "platform" for their "lies."
"Now you know
Yeah you got my back against the wall
Oh god
I ain't got no other place to hide
Chained down
Like a sittin duck just waitin for the fall
You know
Yeah you got my back against the wall"
His back is against the wall both figuratively and literally as he is stuck mesmerized by the television set. He is "chained down" by its images.
"Deep in the jungle
Camouflaged by all the fallen leaves
A hand holds up the sky
While shamefully I make my plea
The alters callin
But my legs won't seem to stand
Guess I'm a coward
Scared to face the man I am"
The image of the true roots of man -- alive in the natural world, in the jungle, in touch with the world around him...touching the sky. While he shamefully is unable to stand and leave his television controlled existence. He has been enslaved by technology. He is scared to come to grips with what he has really become -- a couch potato coward.
I think this is about how so many people are trapped by their television sets. I think the average American now spends 4 or 5 hours a day -- the majority of their free time -- watching television.
"Tonight I'll have a look And try to find my face again Buried beneath this house"
He's looking for himself but he's buried by his television addiction. He's a couch potato.
"My spirit screams and dies again Out back a monster wears a cloak of Persian leather"
The monster is his leather couch he lives on.
"Behind the TV screen I've fallen to my knees"
He's praying for the will to escape and live outside of the fantasy world of TV.
"I said you got me where you want me again And I can't turn away I'm hanging by thread and I'm feelin like a fool I'm stuck here in-between The shadows of my yesterday I want to get away I need to get away"
Pretty straight forward: He can't turn away from the TV, because he has to see what is going to happen next. He feels like a fool but can't turn away.
"Blanket of silence Makes me want to sink my teeth in deep Burn all the evidence A fabricated disbelief Pull back the curtains Took a look into your eyes My tongue has now become A platform for your lies"
The blanket of silence is his mind turning off during TV, he wants to sink his teeth into the tv, to destroy it and burn it. He wants to burn its "fabricated disbelief": the suspension of disbelief necessary to believe the crap on TV. He says take a look into the "eyes" of those on TV, for he has now become a "platform" for their "lies."
"Now you know Yeah you got my back against the wall Oh god I ain't got no other place to hide Chained down Like a sittin duck just waitin for the fall You know Yeah you got my back against the wall"
His back is against the wall both figuratively and literally as he is stuck mesmerized by the television set. He is "chained down" by its images.
"Deep in the jungle Camouflaged by all the fallen leaves A hand holds up the sky While shamefully I make my plea The alters callin But my legs won't seem to stand Guess I'm a coward Scared to face the man I am"
The image of the true roots of man -- alive in the natural world, in the jungle, in touch with the world around him...touching the sky. While he shamefully is unable to stand and leave his television controlled existence. He has been enslaved by technology. He is scared to come to grips with what he has really become -- a couch potato coward.
Dude this is one epic though...and it makes sense haha.
Dude this is one epic though...and it makes sense haha.