Post by auraki on Sept 26, 2004 2:32:11 GMT -5
I have asked many people what they thought this song was about, and I don't know anyone who has hit the nail on the head. But, feel free to guess, if you can ^^.
Burning White Eden
There’s a man
By the side of the toll-way,
With a sparkling, golden smile.
He says that he’ll
Take good care of you.
Trade an inch for a mile.
And, you don’t have
A god to pray to,
So, bury your sorrows here.
He wants to shape your pain into
Something that you can burn.
Chorus:
He’ll make you a goddess.
Turn you into stone.
Make your life his,
And give you a home.
With his white powdered magic,
And warm winter blanket.
Erect your city with a cigarette flame.
[guitar]
Huddle down, Baby.
The cold’s blowing faster.
It’ll freeze that bastard
Blood in your veins.
There would still be a daddy
If ya didn’t need sustenance,
And mama would call you
By your real name.
Chorus:
He’ll make you a goddess.
Turn you into stone.
Make your life his,
And give you a home.
With his white powdered magic,
And warm winter blanket.
Erect your city with a cigarette flame.
[guitar]
Interlude:
There is no way to make it right,
When all you see is blinding white.
You have to take his hand
When you have no legs to stand--on.
Hush my darling.
I can’t stand your shiverin’.
Close your eyes and just let it go.
Abandon that bothersome mortal coil.
Ride the rushing current of woe.
Chorus:
He’ll make you a goddess.
Turn you into stone.
Make your life his,
And give you a home.
With his white powdered magic,
And warm winter blanket.
Erect your city with a cigarette flame.
[guitar]
Burning White Eden
There’s a man
By the side of the toll-way,
With a sparkling, golden smile.
He says that he’ll
Take good care of you.
Trade an inch for a mile.
And, you don’t have
A god to pray to,
So, bury your sorrows here.
He wants to shape your pain into
Something that you can burn.
Chorus:
He’ll make you a goddess.
Turn you into stone.
Make your life his,
And give you a home.
With his white powdered magic,
And warm winter blanket.
Erect your city with a cigarette flame.
[guitar]
Huddle down, Baby.
The cold’s blowing faster.
It’ll freeze that bastard
Blood in your veins.
There would still be a daddy
If ya didn’t need sustenance,
And mama would call you
By your real name.
Chorus:
He’ll make you a goddess.
Turn you into stone.
Make your life his,
And give you a home.
With his white powdered magic,
And warm winter blanket.
Erect your city with a cigarette flame.
[guitar]
Interlude:
There is no way to make it right,
When all you see is blinding white.
You have to take his hand
When you have no legs to stand--on.
Hush my darling.
I can’t stand your shiverin’.
Close your eyes and just let it go.
Abandon that bothersome mortal coil.
Ride the rushing current of woe.
Chorus:
He’ll make you a goddess.
Turn you into stone.
Make your life his,
And give you a home.
With his white powdered magic,
And warm winter blanket.
Erect your city with a cigarette flame.
[guitar]
