#human suffering

[vegandude74]

[domlarkin]

Song Lyrics

You have your very own number. They dress your cage in its nature. Once you roared, now you just grunt lame; Pace around pathetic pound games

Want to get out won't miss you sensaround; To carry your own dead to swing your tire tricks; Want to get out in here you're bred dead quick; For the outside; The small black flowers that grow in the sky.

They drag sticks along your walls; Harvest your ovaries dead mothers crawl. Here comes warden, Christ, temple, elders; Environment not yours you see through it all/

Want to get out won't miss you sensaround; Carry your own dead to swing your tire tricks; Want to get out in here you're bred dead quick; For the outside; The small black flowers that grow in the sky.

Here chewing your tail is joy',

Song Meaning

The meaning of the Manic Street Preachers song "Small Black Flowers That Grow in the Sky" is multifaceted, but primarily refers to the confinement of animals in captivity, a metaphor for the songwriter's own mental state, and the idea that death is a mercy from an unnatural existence. The "small black flowers" represent a symbolic, tragic view of a life in captivity, as seen by the songwriter in a documentary about zoo animals. 

Primary meanings

Captive animals: The song's lyrics are directly inspired by a BBC documentary about animals in zoos. The "flowers" symbolise the unnatural, "living death" of confinement, according to this Reddit thread and this WordPress.com article. 

Mental state: The song is widely interpreted as a parallel to the songwriter Richey Edwards' own mental state and struggles with depression before his disappearance, as discussed in The Guardian and on this WordPress.com blog. The "flowers" can be seen as a tragic symbol of his perceived reality. 

Death as liberation: One interpretation suggests that death is a mercy, or liberation, from an unnatural and torturous existence, according to this Reddit thread. The smoke of the burning animal cage becomes the "flowers" in the sky, a symbol of returning to a natural state. 

[nexusofsand]

You are the moon in curled grins, the type that make one question its ambiguity despite its charm. The old tale of creatures cast aside by day, at their fullest selves during a full moon. The moon embraces them, cherishes them the way none do, some may even consider the Lun a dark Gaia. When one looks at the moon, they cannot help but be drawn in, arousing wonder, a given when faced with the unknown. The drift in the air of night curling them towards its luminosity. There are many who fear the endless night, but the moon is always there to guide them to security whether it is but a dream or in sincerity to the collection of the lost. Like the moon, you are ancient in wisdom yet young in inquisitiveness. Now here comes the shooting star, the moon's beloved... as if birthed out of the blazing sun itself, peeling him bare, striking right through the dark, cutting at the layers with force. It demands attention in its path and so when with wish of the star intersects the moon, the moon is scorched by slash of heat that disturbs the illusion the night sky provides others. In doing so, the moon is stripped, for once, much like the crawlers under it. This star gone awry is a maverick so it will find homeliness in the moon and in turn, the moon feels alive at its core, having now felt what many before it has. Shooting stars are said to be a wish, so the moon gains a purpose meant for a human, to seek the wayward star for eternity onwards, a reminder of vitality.

[nexusofsand]

Family of the sunken wish upon the blaze of a vehicle the manner of a star.

[nexusofsand]

There are times you wish you could orchestrate a successful finale for you and the few beloveds who have suffered enough. Your existence is meant to suffer and struggle. Otherwise, the grand design would've been different. All organisms must go through similar consequences for their existence. As if one has to demand to exist by fighting.

[nexusofsand]

You ask yourself why must average humans suffer. You know already. Why continue to beat yourself about it. The world isn't fair as humans designed it so. The ones with more resources and advantages control it. The disadvantaged can fight all they desire, as they have some free will at the end of the day, but there is no equality in the world. That would be asking for perfection. Therefore, the advantaged will always win.

[collapseofindustrialcivilization]

Echoes of the Chamber

They built the chamber from tile and steel, And whispered lies of cleansing showers, Where innocence was made to kneel, Devotion to the Reich’s dark powers. The chamber’s walls were blizzard and snow, In Stalin’s gulags, hope misled, Where Marx’s dream died in woe For orders scrawled, lives were shed. The chamber became Tiananmen Square, Where freedom’s anthem dared to run, A storm of bullets…

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