Love Is a Butcher
Love's Carnage: Unveiling the Brutal Symphony of Sacrifice
Lyrics
The old man stood on the top of the hill
The elderly man stood at the hilltop.
With his son and a very sharp knife
He was accompanied by his son and had a very sharp knife.
His loving God demanded for payment
He believed his loving God demanded a living sacrifice.
A living sacrifice
This sacrifice was to be a living being.
The good Lord said, hold it there man
The deity hinted that it was just a joke.
I was just kidding
God indicated to check the bushes to find a ram tied up.
Check the bushes and you will find tied up a ram
God was testing the elderly man named Abe to prioritize love for Him above all else.
He said, I was just testing you Abe
The test involved loving God above everything.
You must love me above all else
Despite not understanding the joke, Abe believed he passed the test.
For I am who I am
Abe was incredibly frightened during this test.
The old man didn’t get the joke
Abe compared loving his son intensely to the pain of cutting out a part of himself.
But he guessed he passed that test
The song reflects on love's destructive nature, likening it to a butcher's actions.
He’s never been so scared in his whole life
Love is portrayed as a cleaver that deeply affects one's emotions.
He said, loving his son that much
The singer shares a personal anecdote about Gram calling after losing her third husband.
Was like taking that great big knife
Grieving multiple losses, Gram relates it to using a big axe, taking pieces out of her life each time.
And carving out a little piece of himself
Despite aging, Gram feels emotionally thinner, likening herself to a paper blowing in the wind.
Love is a butcher
She advises not to be ashamed of loving, encouraging to keep trying despite the pain.
Love is a cleaver in your chest
Gram feels that this time, she was emotionally hurt more deeply.
Love is a bloody butcher
The song reaffirms love's destructive nature, comparing it to a butcher's actions once again.
It’ll cut you, cut you, cut you into little tiny pieces
Love is described as something that relentlessly cuts a person into pieces.
The phone rang the other day
Religious references are made, urging individuals to prioritize their loved ones over their origins.
Gram said she didn’t know who to call
-She thought that she would call me
-She said she was down and out, she was down and out
Love is linked to a cleaver, signifying its ability to disintegrate one's existence.
She had just lost husband number three
-She said, loving and losing boy, loving and losing
-I’ve had three husbands who have died
Love's destructive power is emphasized, suggesting it can obliterate one entirely.
She said, each time I lose someone
Love is portrayed as a force that diminishes a person until nothing remains.
It’s like using a great big axe
It's a metaphorical illustration of love slicing one so thinly, leaving them with almost nothing.
And taking a chunk out of my hide
-She said, I’m getting older and fatter boy
Gram feels physically old but emotionally diminished.
But I’m feeling thinner and thinner
She perceives herself as thin and fragile, like a piece of paper.
Like a piece of paper blowing in the wind
A message is conveyed to keep trying in love, despite feeling emotionally torn.
She said, there ain’t no shame in loving boy
Gram feels she was emotionally torn more severely this time.
Get back up on that horse and try again
The song reiterates the destructive nature of love, comparing it to a butcher or cleaver that cuts someone into tiny pieces.
This time I was sliced too thin
-Love is a butcher
-Love is a cleaver in your chest
-Love is a bloody butcher
-It’ll cut you, cut you, cut you into little tiny pieces
-Well, Brothers and Sisters
-Brothers and Sisters
-We are gathered here today
-Well, Brothers and Sisters
-Brothers and Sisters
-Hear what the good book has to say
-You must leave your mother and father
-You must leave your mother and father
-And cleave to the one you love
-You must cleave, you must cleave
-You must cleave to the one you love
-When I hear the word cleave
-It reminds me of a cleaver
-And that’s exactly what love is going to be
-Love will cut you up, it will cut you up
-Till there is nothing left of you
-Love is a butcher
-Love is a cleaver in your chest
-Love is a bloody butcher
-It’ll cut you, cut you, cut you into little tiny pieces
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