"Psychotic Snowflake Anthem" was originally written as a retrospective story about John's experiences of psychotic paranoia during his university years. "The university is a universe of its own", he says, "where the outside world seizes to exist and everything is translated into diagrams and theories that have strong similarity with psychosis." Having been threatened by a group of skinheads at the time added to John's paranoia. He wanted to describe the constant fear and shifting of emotions, the conspiratory thinking and nightmares about the world's end. Lilou added her most harrowing voice to give life to the song and to put emphasis on the lack of control of the narrator. The riffing guitars were meant to symbolize the staggering mentality of someone who is pushing herself over the edge of insanity, where nothing is stable but pulsating with extreme intensity. Finally, the drums gave the song a different character than was intended, as the reggae-beat turned it into an even more weird mix.
lyrics
There is a sniper waiting for me just across the street
His eyes are full of malice and his mouth full of deceit
His ammunition’s manufactured in a factory
Deep beyond the Ural mountains close to the White Sea
And there is a bomb rigged to explode on the window pane
Push my lungs back through my spine and end this killing game
For them I’m just a prey to hunt down slaughter and consume
Or vanish in a few small seconds leave a thin black plume
And I am here still waiting
There is a trigger on my cell phone that sets off a flare
That tells a bomber in the sky it’s time for my nightmare
My skin will melt like rubber clothing in the napalm heat
And leave the crows to feed on well done marrow bone and meat
And there is a camera in my eye recording all I do
It sends the info to a secret enemy HQ
They need no reason whatsoever just a single call
To send me off to faeryland where luneys go St Paul
And I am here still waiting
They sent me off to Shivering Islands just some time ago
To collect some magic items with a madness bow
I hailed the prince called Sheogorath but he sent me back home
Unable to reload the game I can’t retrieve my tome
The sniper’s knocking on my door disguised as my best friend
Wearing skin to block the sun I cannot defend
Myself against their dirty tricks I have to hide my soul
Deep inside one single brain cell just to keep control
And I am here still waiting
And I am here still waiting
A split cassette archives the recordings of two youthful Massachusetts bands, whose sounds range from math rock to dream pop to punk. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 2, 2018
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