Sure, it's about masturbation, but it's about more than that.
Sure, it's about masturbation, but it's about more than that.
It starts with just boredom, touching one's self, getting off... but then it turns ominous. "Praying to the beast that stole the sex from me."
It starts with just boredom, touching one's self, getting off... but then it turns ominous. "Praying to the beast that stole the sex from me."
It's about the excesses of masturbation. Not from a religious or moralistic perspective, but from a practical, interpersonal perspective. Too much masturbation -- solo sexuality -- can make it difficult to relate to another person on a sexual level. Hence the description of masturbation as "praying to the beast that stole the sex from me."
It's about the excesses of masturbation. Not from a religious or moralistic perspective, but from a practical, interpersonal perspective. Too much masturbation -- solo sexuality -- can make it difficult to relate to another person on a sexual level. Hence the description of masturbation as "praying to the beast that stole the sex from me."
And the writer's dependence on the...
And the writer's dependence on the heightened, impersonal sexuality of porn ("There's still pictures in my mind / I've been addicted all this time") makes it even more difficult to relate to another human being sexually. Unable to perform with natural passion in a natural sexual situation, he asks his lover, "Tell me, girl, did it leave me cold?"
Really honest, psychologically deep lyrics. (I hope that doesn't sound trite.) I love this fucking song and the powerful bass riff that drives it along.
It's a song about masturbation, after leaving someone. Being addicted to porn, "curious".
Sure, it's about masturbation, but it's about more than that.
Sure, it's about masturbation, but it's about more than that.
It starts with just boredom, touching one's self, getting off... but then it turns ominous. "Praying to the beast that stole the sex from me."
It starts with just boredom, touching one's self, getting off... but then it turns ominous. "Praying to the beast that stole the sex from me."
It's about the excesses of masturbation. Not from a religious or moralistic perspective, but from a practical, interpersonal perspective. Too much masturbation -- solo sexuality -- can make it difficult to relate to another person on a sexual level. Hence the description of masturbation as "praying to the beast that stole the sex from me."
It's about the excesses of masturbation. Not from a religious or moralistic perspective, but from a practical, interpersonal perspective. Too much masturbation -- solo sexuality -- can make it difficult to relate to another person on a sexual level. Hence the description of masturbation as "praying to the beast that stole the sex from me."
And the writer's dependence on the...
And the writer's dependence on the heightened, impersonal sexuality of porn ("There's still pictures in my mind / I've been addicted all this time") makes it even more difficult to relate to another human being sexually. Unable to perform with natural passion in a natural sexual situation, he asks his lover, "Tell me, girl, did it leave me cold?"
Really honest, psychologically deep lyrics. (I hope that doesn't sound trite.) I love this fucking song and the powerful bass riff that drives it along.