Assemblage 23 is from Seattle. Sole member of this industrial dance band is Tom Shear. With his strong voice and ample lyrics, the soul-dripping music is sure to charm even the more jaded among the scenesters. King Of insects finishes off the masterful 2001 release of "Failure".
Words come easy Behind a screen When there's no interface-to-face To be seen
King of Insects You eat your own Atop an anthill You call your throne
Kingdom of one So unaware As one-by-one your subjects Vanish into air
Chatter to the wind Make your decree And save your venom For the ones who disagree
Your castle walls are falling Your body's frail Your window on the world Is minuscule in scale
Burrow deep now Escape the light Heaven forbid you have to face The ones you slight
Assemblage 23 is the reckoning voice of Seattle-based Tom Shear. This serious yet frisky trackI Am The Rain off the highly recommended "Failure" CD released in November, 2001, pounces past the wet cliches of old school electronica without missing a single beat. Of course, I read this song as an Islamic awareness warning.
Opening and key phrase too eager to appease places blame on the reticent position that politically-correct multiculturalist Europe is sinning against itself, and this "sin" will suddenly degrade into the cure is the disease. This disease, of course, rqeuires a "need for sacrifice" in what will no doubt become a war for survival against the jihadist-inspired Islamic invasion of the whole kaffir world, not only Europe. The remaining stanza emphasize in current anti-jihadist vocabulary the depth of this threat...
These amenities are nice But there is need for sacrifice You must lose so you may gain
It's too easy to malign The implements that steal our time But it's we who are to blame
By interpolation, these two stanzas seem to indicate that materialism has its place, but we should never grow too pre-occupied or complacent with creature comforts to wake up to what's important in order to be available to enjoy them another day, particularly in terms of a civilization's stand against a ruthless enemy on record in aiming to destroy the whole of the West in the name of its religion. Often the Left blames materialism for its powers of alienation, but by emphaszing that "it's we who are to blame" Shear plainly dismisses that silly notion.
The forces that is the rain are not made entirely clear. Every songwriter loves a good mystery.
Too eager to appease The cure is the disease And it's only growing worse
Day by day it takes its hold Divides its cells a thousandfold And makes your blindness seem perverse
Out of sight and out of mind Are deadly traits when they're combined But it's easier that way
Sit and watch the world go by While all the problems multiply With nothing left to do but pray
I am the rain Falling down to cover you Wish me away But I'm here for your own good I am the storm Sent to wake you from your dream Show me your scorn But you'll thank me in the end
These amenities are nice But there is need for sacrifice You must lose so you may gain
It's too easy to malign The implements that steal our time But it's we who are to blame
Fill your pockets while you can And try to keep the upper hand The voice of reason sounds so shrill
Surround yourself with all you own Work your fingers to the bone And happiness evades you still
I am the rain Falling down to cover you Wish me away But I'm here for your own good I am the storm Sent to wake you from your dream Show me your scorn But you'll thank me in the end
Too eager to appease You've lost the forest for the trees And it really is a shame
It is such a sorry sight When you evaluate your life You've only got yourself to blame
I am the rain Falling down to cover you Wish me away But I'm here for your own good I am the storm Sent to wake you from your dream Show me your scorn But you'll thank me in the end
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