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Originally Posted by L,B'XXX
You wrote all that yesterday? Wow. There's not many people that I can think of that could come up with something like this in a day. Did you do it all at a single sitting? I'd be willing to say so.
The flow of the whole thing seemed very well integrated, but I don't have a clue as to what the insect references are all about. Would you care to elaborate on the story a bit?
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Some of it I really don't know, as I don't think about what I write, while I write it. I believe the snake, comes from the bible - Adam and Eve. Now I don't believe in such stories, but I use it anyways.
The flies - I think I might have thought of their eyes. As far as I know they have lots of them? Must have thought of that being confusing.
Birds have the ability to fly - fly away from "danger". But not if they're put in a cup of coffee
So all in all, this is something about hiding, finding another way around.
Chapter I
"Flies or angels" - Should have been some kind of birth of something. Maybe the "danger" - the need to "hide" or run away.
"Blood" - We're told that birds don't fly in a cup of coffee. That the "main person" is unable to "fly away from it all", but that his blood will prove him right (???) (Reprise in Red - "wine"). "Kings and queens and aeroplanes crashing in the sky" (Confused, something doesn't make sense....). The next four lines, could be some kinda dream - dreaming of leaving tthat cup of coffee.
"Vertigo" - Hiding. Comfort. "Holding on to the sun; holding on to my baloon" - Holding on to all the good things, perhaps.
"Take me to the moon, and I'll show you the sun
Wake me up yesterday, and I'll show you tomorrow" - In for a trade, huh? Get me out of this, and I'll show you the world.
"As life breaks through to the surface" - think of flowers that bloom in the early spring.
"I have always been taught to do the right thing - but what if I don't know what the right thing is?" - Makes sense without much explaining?
Chapter II
"Wine" - Falling in love with...something? And drinking blood as wine. "Blood will prove that we always belong together" - Now I have never been taught to do the right thing
"Flowers in my veins" - More love. You're beautiful - but something doesn't really go well. Flies or snakes?
"The Piper" - I...am the piper! But you don't notice him, as the wind carresses you softly. You accept the snakes offer and heaven falls apart.
Now we heard something of crawling through the waterpipes earlier.
"I leave the mosquito in sink, and crawl through the waterpipes" (remember?) - which I called some kind of a dream, perhaps a prediction (what is it called? Forecast) of what will happen.
"Thorns of the mosquito" - Now as you're being intimate with "the wind", I might as well do something! So I dance (*reprise reprise*"Brown eyes in vertigo - dance!") upon the thorns of the roses. "I cut the thorns of the roses" - that was ME doing that - which means, that maybe it's myself that is the reason for all this. Hiding!? maybe I shouldn't hide! "I" hurt myself in "purple" - but I feel better than you. I feel as a God. I taste the stars - leave you with the rest of the mosquito.
"Through the dust on the ground spires a tree, and it's like watching loneliness rise, cause we all know that one tree wont make a forest..." - Being a God can be pretty lonesome at times.
"Colorblind choirs" - Memories. In grey.
"Memories on blank linens.
I cut the thorns of the piper hid himself in the shallow grass
Offered me a bite of yesteryear
as I painted his eyes forever loving the sound of the wilderness choir
sang of cigarettes and kings and queens crawling through the waterpipes
accepting your dreaming state of mind" - I really had fun writing that :P Dreaming state of mind - this is not reality! HIDING!
and whenever "I" think of "you" - "you" show up in grey. Memories. In grey.
"Cleansing wires" - It is time to leave all the anger and pain behind, as the end draws near. Because it
really is me, dancing along with the puppets on the strings, and there's nothing I can do about it, is there!? NOTHING I CAN DO!?
"So your alcoholic dreams
seems sober tonight...etc" - So finally your dreams become your reality. They speak to you, through the phone, as you're lying in a hospital bed, and there's nothing that they can do...nothing that you can do, nothing that I can do.
"Peter Pan" - We're in some kind of dreaming state of mind as well, here at the end - Death!
Peter Pan has the ability to fly. So he helped me back on my feets on the other side, but I couldn't handle that, I'd rather have a heart of falling leaves. I met...you (??? So we finally meet again, huh?), telling me, reality was hidden beneath the first fallen leaf of the century, but clearly that couldn't be right! So I showed you my hiding place. Your shadow on the wall...a memory of a time long passed. And we sat there drinking wine (*reprise reprise*)...from Vertigo life, indian sights etc etc. (Memories.)...But perhaps, it wasn't real at all...sitting there next to you. Just a fading memor...DEATH!
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Now I hope that made some sense to what this is all about. It did for me, as I didn't know this before either :P I sometimes need to look back at what I've written to really understand it.
/King of Loss.
