Story Behind the Song
"Slave To the Craft" describes the steeling of the psyche after trauma. It also expresses anger over being type-cast to the extent that the protagonist feels that the only way to survive in such a brutal society is to ruthlessly pursue her own advancement by fair or foul means, but tragically knowing that this means the death of trust and innocence, the very qualities which she prided in herself the most.......(not that I'm bitter or anything....heehee!)
Lyrics
Slave To The Craft
I've walked right off a comic strip by Liechtenstein
"Hi Brad, I'm glad, you know my type so well!?"
I am your Air Hostess on helium
The wide eyes, disguise, my drive for the hard sell
Chorus
Slave to the Craft
I'm ruthless, reckless I'm click, click clockwork, knock, knock hollow
There's method to this madness, there's magic in me yet
Rootless, reckless like click, click clockwork
Knock, knock hollow, there's method to this madness
There's magic in me yet there's magic in me yet
I am Guipetto's favourite marionette
Itchy with the gloss and glitter, but I'm smiling just as wide
Smooth like cherries on an ice cream Sundae
Synthetic Sindy, I'm aesthetic by design
Can't quite remember that extended violation
But something in those Summers made me hard
Now my psyche is immune to degradation
In a million Chinese boxes, it will be my only witness
When I'm picking out my stitches, on that special rainy day
Chorus
Slave to the Craft
I'm ruthless, reckless I'm click, click clockwork, knock, knock hollow
There's method to this madness, there's magic in me yet
Rootless, reckless like click, click clockwork
Knock, knock hollow, there's method to this madness
There's magic in me yet there's magic in me yet
Beth Woods © 2001
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