My personal analysis
of Ænema, written while very stoned
I want an Armageddon
It would better than this circus
It's like a circus sideshow novelty, everyone watches, but they're a little embarresed to watch it.
Of course, like a sideshow, it's bullshit.
L.A. is the preacher, and everyone who follows culture and fashion and trends, anywhere in the world, is the congregation.
(foreshadows destruction, just a brief mention, wanting and expecting (Sodom and Gamorra? Noah's flood? more later))
Think this analogy: L.A. is the trendsetter. The music, styles, fads, big business, Hollywood, all start there. Culture isn't much more than that, so they have a monopoly (control?)
"The Latest Thing" starts in Southern California and then spreads all over the world from there. (that's why the Germans are stuck in the 80's)
The preacher/city's elite lead by example:
frets for their looks, car, prozac, contract, pilot episode, etc.
"You should have these concerns! These trinkets and luxuries are important!"
The congregation gets the idea of what their lives should be like. They join the circus. Follow it wherever the ringleader goes. I'd call that bullshit, wouldn't you?
"Beware! It'll happen" says the narrator.
This narrator has your attention now, listen to what he's saying, he sees what's going on.
He whispers to those who'd listen that some see the end soon, death, destruction (described in detail, or maybe exaggeration) Some say it!
What the narrator feels on this is -
That's the bullshit as I see it NOW, now listen to how I've seen it WILL BE.
I fer one hope so.
At least it would get rid of the fuckup mess we've created. It's a spreading, festering across the world controlling the willing, eager mob.
There's no way Mother Nature/God/Jesus/Allah/Higher Power/Creator will stand for this, he's gotta flush it down.
Look what we'll/he'll/she'll be flushing away!:
L. Ron Hubbard, retro, short-attention-span junkies, "hardkore niggaaaaaaas", etc.
I want to see it go, I'll dance while L.A. burns/sinks
I'm praying to God to rain, flood, flush Southern California away
IT'S TIME TO BRING JUGDEMENT DOWN AGAIN! (as only tha big man can)
I can't imagine how Mother Nature could stand this, wake up!
(sounds of death and destruction)
The song is an analogy of how high fashion is just like people in a congregation following a leader. And surely God can't stand for this, his sheep straying from his teachings the same way he didn't stand for Sodom or the people of Noah's time.