"And we're all too small to talk to God.
Yes, we're all too smart to talk to God."
- Panic at the Disco
Okay, I cannot pretend to understand this band's lyrics. And I realize that a large part of this song is them screaming, "waves of wooden legs," but I still think there is something there.
I love that these lines kind of contradict each other. On the one hand, who are we to talk to something as big as God? On the other hand, we tiny little creatures think we have everything figured out and we are way beyond consulting something divine. If I get anything out of this song and all its craziness, it's making fun of humans for ever thinking we have it figured out. Maybe the lyricist would make fun of me for thinking I've found meaning.
It's so tempting to live life as if I am in control, as if I'm too smart to talk to God. But in the end I know that my wisdom is only foolishness from an eternal perspective.
Or maybe whoever wrote this just took too many hits. Either way, I'd like to thank Katie Purcell for introducing me to this delightfully weird album.
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