"And all your sad endings are planting in their gardens
And they're waiting to grow & to die like flowers do"
The difference between pollination and planting is like the difference between conceiving your own child and adopting someone else's. A "sad ending" massage would be one without ejaculation, and thus without any possibility of conception - hence "planting," adopting (and not pollinating, conceiving) in their gardens. When you see it this way, the entire song seems to be about a loss of fertility. In the beginning, there was pregnancy, sluts, some Pagan rituals ("fire worship"), conception ("braiding threads" of DNA), and hard-ons and sperm ("diamonds and pollen")... but all those symbols of fertility are suddenly lost in the deadness of Coma White. The earth remains fertile (pomegranate = a textbook symbol of fertility), but... maybe there is no one left to fertilize it (or to enjoy its fertility) because we've all become sterile and soulless Mechanical Animals.
"And all your sad endings are planting in their gardens And they're waiting to grow & to die like flowers do"
The difference between pollination and planting is like the difference between conceiving your own child and adopting someone else's. A "sad ending" massage would be one without ejaculation, and thus without any possibility of conception - hence "planting," adopting (and not pollinating, conceiving) in their gardens. When you see it this way, the entire song seems to be about a loss of fertility. In the beginning, there was pregnancy, sluts, some Pagan rituals ("fire worship"), conception ("braiding threads" of DNA), and hard-ons and sperm ("diamonds and pollen")... but all those symbols of fertility are suddenly lost in the deadness of Coma White. The earth remains fertile (pomegranate = a textbook symbol of fertility), but... maybe there is no one left to fertilize it (or to enjoy its fertility) because we've all become sterile and soulless Mechanical Animals.