This is one of my favorite songs and I'd sure like to understand it better. As I interpret:
From the very beginning, the references to Check and Double Check (blackface comedy) and Anita Page (first latina movie star, but she had blonde hair and blue eyes), along with the socialite experiment & electroshock all seem to say something about the surface not representing what's inside. In a similar vein, Dracula and Frankenstein were both hunted and villanized because they were appeared different. The Mexican hunting minutemen in the last verse are the modern culmination of this mentality that different is scary, wrong, or dangerous.
What I take away from this song is that once you peel the skin back we're all pretty much the same. I think the last line about the centipede means that if you keep peeling back layers you find that life is life, it's all one thing expressed in different shapes.
Thoughts?
PS - Who is Priscilla?
-- Edited by TheAtheistChaplain on Tuesday 24th of July 2012 05:31:07 AM
Sex sells but you can get arrested if you buy it So I myself have yet to be a client Plus I'm dead broke, and it feels wrong Like when I'm watching check and double check and it makes me sick to my stomach
in 1936 I was posing as a derilect In a socialite socitey as an experiment Anita was my sponsor, I was her protege Priscilla was a killa and she wanted me on the blade
I like to make believe that I'm a product of simplicity born up on the Ozark range in Missouri one with the sticks and the bango picks Far from the guns and the Rambo flicks
A man told me that blood was thicker than the waves He ran from the water when he saw it break the barricade Lucky man in his land-locked state And he hobbled my legs now I can't walk straight
_______ MC from the green capes of Senegal Bouncing off the kennel walls like a tennis ball I busted out now I'm on the road to Zanzibar Me without a microphone is like _______ sans guitar
Remember back in the black days of Dracula Mass packs of rats setting traps for me in Latvia Like Frankenstein and electroshock therapy A fractured spine and a loss of any memory
I've long since fled the great state of Texas Running from an hour worth of minute men with death sticks Out of mind in their miserable lives they throwing knives if I'm crossing their invisible lines
These are pitiful times here, man and I can't hang no more My beans are boiled but I'm bouncing back to Bangalore I'm out of place in this planet full of humans and a crater covered satellite raise on consumin
I don't really know how many fish are in the pond And I can't count the stars on which I've wished upon There is no space between us On the floor I'm the centipide, I'm everthing and nothing at once...
Lycanthropic for the first line. "...like a raga sans sitar" for the second. And it is actually "in the crater covered satellite rays I'm consuming." Comin' straight from the lyric page in the CD foldout.
