(12:34) This one is about the unending futile inane life-long attempt to give our lives meaning amidst brainwashing childhood influences / preprocessed judgements under cover of current societal trends and fashions of the day.
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Story behind the song
Written and recorded in July 2002. Remixed in March 2007.
This one is about the unending futile inane life-long attempt to give our lives meaning amidst brainwashing childhood influences / preprocessed judgements under cover of current societal trends and fashions of the day. Set in London, there's two stories here that meet for a brief life-defining moment at the end, if you care to follow along. The first story - a crossdressing mute 34 year-old man physically / sexually abused as a child who suddenly regains the ability to speak and simultaneously rediscovers a distorted life plan. The other - a 20 year old middle-eastern man living in London drenched in religious fanaticism as a child now falsely accepting a course of action he must take despite growing confusion about his own sexual preferences and adherance to religious ideas. Both come up with similar harmless plans to make a public life statement with disasterous consequences....The rest is in the lyrics.
Lyrics
It takes discipline, fearless judgment, sensibility, leaps of faith, revocation, persistence, controlling reserve, detailed bioanalysis, psuedo-selectibility, prominent presexuality and an overabundance of glitter.
Then at the end of the day you break sleep coordinate a courageous retreat, away the safety distance oddly unaware....
Track a charge take a note fake a sigh lock a signal in cages on a wall then genuflect your failed erection. Look away checking time nod a head run the numbers through cages on the wall. So far I cant recall a revolution preponderantly dedicated heir its fair to syncopate the faint audacity I swear the things I emphasize I care about. I dare to lick engaged salty mate escalate sorry blunder breaks cages on the wall. So far I dont recall a proposition (a bastardized, self-analyzed affair...), with all respect I value ammunition instead of meek inherited regardless sweet embarrassment like circus freaks on geritol legitimized sincere.
Honoring lethargy indispensable incapable of speech enumerating traumaed fractured childhood that pedophile should conquer me. But always consequential siren astigmatic isolated thirty-four before I swore to be proponently alone unstable lost defied aligned unable fessed-up mess incest this dress is me. Truly if mistaken cell awaken take a break in company but holy rolling soul-asylum allah passion frayed horizon presence I detest inside cant see balancing in tunnel-vision fortified delayed facetious sony blasted photo-op is free. Black cape suit lace swallowing a choke chain shell groping down on their knees. Backpacked city-slack salivating cello-jello fake leopard jacket apiece fondling their wide-side all around sober til I noticed they were luring at me, so if I storm elitists with some fancy belly dancing would it compensate for so many phallic variations, would I grow? And if I planned malicious with some tutti-frutti garlands would it extricate the flow of a thousand premonitions, would I grow?
Daddy flogged distorted soldiered horded then aborted family rhythmically resented mass-repented oriented at age three. But always source pontificated harried favor masqueraded curry flavored bondage cabaret stinky harness checked unyielding my mistake go blond repealing wake up anorectic holiday. Class act ball cap covering a head wrap shell huddled down to their knees. Joke card false alarm telling a remote far fetched appetizers are free fondling their caviar all around phony when I noticed they were pointed at me. So if I storm the leaders with some dandy cherry candy in a box I brought below with a tight ignition, will I grow? And if I planted ashes in a fruitless exhibition would it consecrate my oath in a feeble annotation would I grow?
Hated was the promise that I circled faded wear on a nickel I hypothesized a tale I break unshakeable beware in fourteen days you can be listed on a wall by thats not certain justifiably prepared. Hey there was a promise Ive forgotten to myself contradicting people places sunny races that homogenize on cue but thats not you to think the enemy is blue come-on it certainly reflects the plain tenacity resolved in incapacitated hues.
Or seethe instant yearning invalidates two little people of the world and seal it, then burn it. A monumental testament to feel that weve earned it deciphering the partial view to hide omnipotence from you too. And plead instance learning incorporates five billion people of the world so pleased to discern it a graduated precedent. A seedy attorney will tolerate a fib or two to hide the secretly accused.
So far I cant recall a salutation hello-goodbye identify take-care (and the time it takes to gentrify the fashion). Amen was the promise that last echoed through London air on a leaflet now forgotten populate the undertaker as if on cue but thats not you within that blooded circle but whos to sheathe the curtain on a faltering solidity to criticize the glittered high heeled shoes.