Well **** guys. The album takes on a whole new meaning lyrically when you realise it's about his cancer/death.
"I've got scars that can't be seen"
"Something happened on the day he died"
"Look up here I'm in heaven"
"I'll be free. Just like that Bluebird"
"Where the **** did monday go?"
"The clinic called. The x-ray's fine"
"It’s all gone wrong but on and on. The bitter nerve ends never end. I'm falling down"
"I know something is very wrong
The pulse returns the prodigal sons
The blackout hearts, the flowered news
With skull designs upon my shoes"
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Originally Posted by DeadChannel
The overuse of babe/baby, the lack of any sort of discernible originality, the melodrama and the general sense of an especially heinous sort of hardcore vapid stupidity all make me want to jab my eyes out with a drill-press and then hang myself from the CN Tower with an electrified rope that sends shocks in excess of 10,000 volts through my body as I slowly die. While listening to Dream Theater.
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