So this has been.my favorite song of OTEP's since it came out in 2004, and I always thought it was a song about a child's narrative of suffering in an abusive Christian home. But now that I am revisiting the lyrics, I am seeing something totally new.
This song could be gospel of John but from the perspective of Jesus.
Jesus was NOT having a good time up to and during the crucifixion. Everyone in the known world at the time looked to him with fear, admiration or disgust and he was constantly being asked questions. He spoke in "verses, prophesies and curses". He had made an enemy of the state, and believed the world was increasingly wicked and fallen from grace, or that he was in the "mouth of madness".
The spine of atlas is the structure that allows the titan to hold the world up. Jesus challenged the state and in doing so became a celebrated resistance figure. It also made him public enemy #1.
All of this happened simply because he was doing his thing, not because of any agenda he had or strategy.
And then he gets scourged (storm of thorns)
There are some plot holes here but I think it's an interesting interpretation.
Got kinda high and, uh, kinda drunk
Beer drinkin' beer beer drinkin' eight ball
Got kinda high and, uh, kinda drunk
Beer drinkin' beer beer drinkin' eight ball
Got kinda high and, uh, kinda drunk
Beer drinkin' beer beer drinkin' eight ball
Got kinda high and, uh, kinda drunk
Beer drinkin' beer beer drinkin' eight ball
Got kinda high and, uh, kinda drunk
Beer drinkin' beer beer drinkin' eight ball
I'm sittin' at the bar with a hundred dollar bill
The homies is runnin' late so I got some time to kill
I'm peepin' out this freak in the booth in the corner
I think I seen her rollin' a Noble nosin' under and moanin'
Two hookers walked in and they was lookin' for a Vic
But they, kept on passin' me by 'cause they can recognize a trick
Twenty minutes later and two double shots of yak
I take a look up at the clock, now where the FUCK the homies at
I feel my pagers on my hipbone, who could it be
'Cause I done talked to everybody that I was 'sposed to see
Haha, now I know, the story is told
And I don't even call 'em back 'cause they don't know the homie cold
I received a page my niggas from the phone in the back
I got a wink from a fine ass sista dressed in black
Another double shout of yak and now the room is spinnin'
But that's only the beginning, god damn!
Got kinda high and, uh, kinda drunk
Beer drinkin' beer beer drinkin' eight ball
Got kinda high and, uh, kinda drunk
Beer drinkin' beer beer drinkin' eight ball
Got kinda high and, uh, kinda drunk
Beer drinkin' beer beer drinkin' eight ball
Got kinda high and, uh, kinda drunk
Beer drinkin' beer beer drinkin' eight ball
I take a walk out to the front to get myself some air and
See if I see the homies, but they still ain't there
There's a fool outside drunk and he want to get into it
I was strapped I coulda killed him, but I didn't do it
I opted for the walk-away, watch the busta talk away
So mister policeman, you can put your chalk away
I mobb back in the club, and, kick it at my table
'Cause, niggaz be acting stupid, and stupid shit is fatal
The homies is hella late, and now I'm startin' to think
Homegirl that gave me the wink from earlier just bought me a drink
She's sittin' at a stool at the other side of the bar
Doing tricks with her tongue and a cherry like a porno star
The club is gettin' packed and the party is jumpin'
Another double shot of yak and I'm on the dancefloor bumpin'
She's licking in my ear and, now I'm feeling faded
It's 11:35 and the homies still ain't made it
Got kinda high and, uh, kinda drunk
Beer drinkin' beer beer drinkin' eight ball
Got kinda high and, uh, kinda drunk
Beer drinkin' beer beer drinkin' eight ball
Got kinda high and, uh, kinda drunk
Beer drinkin' beer beer drinkin' eight ball
Got kinda high and, uh, kinda drunk
Beer drinkin' beer beer drinkin' eight ball
Now I'm on the dance floor with baby and, shit is gettin' hectic
The big homey done erected, damn I've been affected
By the funk in the boom and the booty in the room
This ain't the Commodores but this Brick House got me on zoom
Now I'm mackin' and struttin' and asking baby wassup
My name ain't Everlast, but I can still make you jump
Let's, hope in the Q and go somewhere and kick it like some Trojans
We can do a little drinkin', and do a little smoking
When all of a sudden I start sweatin', my stomach starts bubblin'
I hear earl coming, I think I'm in trouble
Ahh shit, I got baby on her titties
I guess there go my chances of gettin' with her kitty
I turn around and stumble away and there go the homies with
Long ass trenchcoats on, laughing, sippin on 40's
Now I'm in the back of my own car curled up like a punk
'Cause I got too high and uhh, got too drunk
Got kinda high and, uh, kinda drunk
Beer drinkin' beer beer drinkin' eight ball
Got kinda high and, uh, kinda drunk
Beer drinkin' beer beer drinkin' eight ball
Got kinda high and, uh, kinda drunk
Beer drinkin' beer beer drinkin' eight ball
Got kinda high and, uh, kinda drunk
Beer drinkin' beer beer drinkin' eight ball
(Big throw up S-P-L-A-S-H)
Shit
Beer drinkin' beer beer drinkin' eight ball
Got kinda high and, uh, kinda drunk
Beer drinkin' beer beer drinkin' eight ball
Got kinda high and, uh, kinda drunk
Beer drinkin' beer beer drinkin' eight ball
Got kinda high and, uh, kinda drunk
Beer drinkin' beer beer drinkin' eight ball
Got kinda high and, uh, kinda drunk
Beer drinkin' beer beer drinkin' eight ball
I'm sittin' at the bar with a hundred dollar bill
The homies is runnin' late so I got some time to kill
I'm peepin' out this freak in the booth in the corner
I think I seen her rollin' a Noble nosin' under and moanin'
Two hookers walked in and they was lookin' for a Vic
But they, kept on passin' me by 'cause they can recognize a trick
Twenty minutes later and two double shots of yak
I take a look up at the clock, now where the FUCK the homies at
I feel my pagers on my hipbone, who could it be
'Cause I done talked to everybody that I was 'sposed to see
Haha, now I know, the story is told
And I don't even call 'em back 'cause they don't know the homie cold
I received a page my niggas from the phone in the back
I got a wink from a fine ass sista dressed in black
Another double shout of yak and now the room is spinnin'
But that's only the beginning, god damn!
Got kinda high and, uh, kinda drunk
Beer drinkin' beer beer drinkin' eight ball
Got kinda high and, uh, kinda drunk
Beer drinkin' beer beer drinkin' eight ball
Got kinda high and, uh, kinda drunk
Beer drinkin' beer beer drinkin' eight ball
Got kinda high and, uh, kinda drunk
Beer drinkin' beer beer drinkin' eight ball
I take a walk out to the front to get myself some air and
See if I see the homies, but they still ain't there
There's a fool outside drunk and he want to get into it
I was strapped I coulda killed him, but I didn't do it
I opted for the walk-away, watch the busta talk away
So mister policeman, you can put your chalk away
I mobb back in the club, and, kick it at my table
'Cause, niggaz be acting stupid, and stupid shit is fatal
The homies is hella late, and now I'm startin' to think
Homegirl that gave me the wink from earlier just bought me a drink
She's sittin' at a stool at the other side of the bar
Doing tricks with her tongue and a cherry like a porno star
The club is gettin' packed and the party is jumpin'
Another double shot of yak and I'm on the dancefloor bumpin'
She's licking in my ear and, now I'm feeling faded
It's 11:35 and the homies still ain't made it
Got kinda high and, uh, kinda drunk
Beer drinkin' beer beer drinkin' eight ball
Got kinda high and, uh, kinda drunk
Beer drinkin' beer beer drinkin' eight ball
Got kinda high and, uh, kinda drunk
Beer drinkin' beer beer drinkin' eight ball
Got kinda high and, uh, kinda drunk
Beer drinkin' beer beer drinkin' eight ball
Now I'm on the dance floor with baby and, shit is gettin' hectic
The big homey done erected, damn I've been affected
By the funk in the boom and the booty in the room
This ain't the Commodores but this Brick House got me on zoom
Now I'm mackin' and struttin' and asking baby wassup
My name ain't Everlast, but I can still make you jump
Let's, hope in the Q and go somewhere and kick it like some Trojans
We can do a little drinkin', and do a little smoking
When all of a sudden I start sweatin', my stomach starts bubblin'
I hear earl coming, I think I'm in trouble
Ahh shit, I got baby on her titties
I guess there go my chances of gettin' with her kitty
I turn around and stumble away and there go the homies with
Long ass trenchcoats on, laughing, sippin on 40's
Now I'm in the back of my own car curled up like a punk
'Cause I got too high and uhh, got too drunk
Got kinda high and, uh, kinda drunk
Beer drinkin' beer beer drinkin' eight ball
Got kinda high and, uh, kinda drunk
Beer drinkin' beer beer drinkin' eight ball
Got kinda high and, uh, kinda drunk
Beer drinkin' beer beer drinkin' eight ball
Got kinda high and, uh, kinda drunk
Beer drinkin' beer beer drinkin' eight ball
(Big throw up S-P-L-A-S-H)
Shit
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