Sunday, 18 October 2015

Two minutes to midnight. . .

This track is a song request from +Teanau Tuiono 

This is probably by far, the most challenging blog post to write.  Not because of the music but the lyrical content.  It offends all of my sensibilities in terms of my intuitive nature about the beauty that music plays in my life, but it won't stop me from appreciating how everything is pulled together for this song.  So I guess that comes down to my personal taste in music, which I would like to think is quite eclectic.  In the interests of being able to write as objectively as possible, which is difficult when you aren't supposed to be "personal" about such things, but I will talk about how I interpret the lyrics in this track.

Kill for gain or shoot to maim
But we don't need a reason
To Golden Goose is on the loose
And never out of season
Blackened pride still burns inside
This shell of bloody treason
Here's my gun for a barrel of fun
For the love of living death

What fascinates me about the style of singing in this song is that it is quite technical and requires some incredible stage presence to pull off.  I can totally see this kind of singing featured in Broadway musicals like Rent and in cult classics such as The Rocky Horror Picture Show.  

The blind men shout "Let the creatures out we'll show the unbelievers"
The napalm screams of human flames
Of a prime time Belsen's feast yeah!
As the reasons for the carnage cut their meat and lick the gravy
We oil the jaws of the war machine and feed it with our babies

The destruction that only war can bring is featured quite prominently in this verse with references to the Vietnam war and the time of Nazi Germany.  We make babies to send them off to war so that they can die there.  It's a gruesome thought but something I can't help thinking about through all of the world wars and civil wars in history.  I have blogged previously about nationhood and how nations were created based on the outcomes of war - but that was more to do with power, control, greed, money and wealth.  


The body bags and little rags of children torn in two
And the jellied brains of those who remain to put the finger on you
As the madmen played on words and make us all dance to their song
To the tune of starving millions to make a better kind of gun

When children are not seen as human beings anymore but just collateral damage as casualties of war - that idea that 'oh well, there will be loss and people will die, it's a fact of life' is both ridiculously absurd and highly offensive.  Who are these madmen that treat us like the Pied Piper of Hamlin and weave magic with their words so that we follow them blindly?  Are there starving millions that we will continue to ignore - as they continue to starve so that millions can be made to fund making more guns, more weapons of mass destruction?

The killer's breed or the Demon's seed
The glamour, the fortune, the pain
Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain
Don't you pray for my soul anymore?

It is at this point in the song when the tempo changes and almost contemplative mood of this pre-chorus lends itself to more questions rather than answers.  Who are the Demon's seed?  Is it all of the evil that we see in the world?  It is easy to say that all evil in the world belongs to the Demon or to the Devil but man chooses that for himself.  We need to take responsibility for what we choose to label ourselves.  Who can we continue to pray for?  Will the freedom stain be enough to stop us from going to war?  Can we save each other's souls anymore?

2 minutes to midnight
The hands that threaten doom
2 minutes to midnight
To kill the unborn in the womb

It's a vicious cycle, this concept of time.  The hands of the clock mirror that hands of doom that choose to engage in more battles and wars waged with guns, fuelled by the darker sides of humanity that we fail to change.  Midnight has always been associated with everything magical turning back to normal in fairytales.  This symbolises for me the end of innocence and dream sequences but the abrupt return to the harsh and cruel reality that we try to ignore, but can't escape.  How long really is that 2 minutes?  I bet they are the longest 2 minutes before midnight too.

Midnight
Midnight
Midnight
It's all night. . . 

I hope that you are able to survive through your own midnights in your life.  I bet there are so many midnights and that the only way you can get through it is by having your own epic guitar solos to push yourself through.  I guess if you're going to be in a state of darkness, particularly in that almost timeless moment in the two minutes to midnight - it's time to kill what is yet to come, what has yet to be born. . . 

Time itself. . .