Dead of Winter
Skinny Puppy Lyrics


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"watch closely"
"closer (closer, closer,...)"

It's Christ
It's Christmas eve
October bleak and desolate

There's frost murder in my (???) room
And still the pennies earned
The blood stained windows of night

It's always Christmas here for my dead of winter
I gaze into the (nursery?/rosary?)
I speak where is the vision
(decost?) and pray to priests in the dead of winter

The heart is (felt a?/smelt a?/smells of?) birds out of place
A paradise to call perfection
Theatre, intrigue all fair in the dead of winter

A place to hold you in disguised to live a shack
A memory that's what comedians are for
Reflection, reflection in my heart

The river of (???) swallow them?
To melt them enters love
Dead head dont worry
Become submerged repression (surge?/serve?) the church
Dead of... winter
Winter ...cold

Here sauce is cold cold again again again I
(???)

They think the hot spot (?sent here and then?)




They dont know what its like to live f**k
I'm not against (???) priest (???) hollow (???) dead don't (???)dead love(???)

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to the Skinny Puppy's song Dead of Winter are cryptic and open to various interpretations, which reveals the band's typical melodramatic and eerie mood. The song describes a bleak, desolate, and cold atmosphere, epitomized by the dead of winter on Christmas Eve. This reference to Christmas Eve underlines the eerie and strange feeling the lyrics convey. The lyrics also mention a "nursery" or "rosary" and the singer "pray[s] to priests in the dead of winter." Here, there might be a sense of longing for comfort and protection, but heaven and religion are not fulfilling. Instead, the singer is left with a sense of foreboding that the winter's cold and emptiness will never go away.


The second paragraph of the song summarizes how the singer is hopeless and lost in winter's emptiness. In the lyrics, the singer feels out of place, and the "heart is felt a smelt smells of birds out of place." It's a paradoxical image that hints at confinement and lack of freedom. Yet, the third paragraph suggests that the singer found a "paradise to call perfection," depicted as a "theatre, intrigue all fair in the dead of winter." This line is somewhat enigmatic, exposing the complexities of the lyrics. Finally, the lyrics mention a "dead head," which might represent the singer's confusion and lack of direction.


Line by Line Meaning

watch closely
Pay attention


closer (closer, closer,...)
Pay more attention


It's Christ
It's Christmas time


It's Christmas eve
It's the night before Christmas


October bleak and desolate
The month is October, and it is bleak and desolate


There's frost murder in my (???) room
There is frost and death in my room


And still the pennies earned
Despite everything, money is still made


The blood stained windows of night
The windows of the night are stained with blood


It's always Christmas here for my dead of winter
Even in the dead of winter, it feels like Christmas


I gaze into the (nursery?/rosary?)
I look into the nursery or rosary


I speak where is the vision
I ask where the vision is


(decost?) and pray to priests in the dead of winter
I pray to the priests in the dead of winter


The heart is (felt a?/smelt a?/smells of?) birds out of place
The heart is filled with misplaced birds


A paradise to call perfection
A perfect paradise


Theatre, intrigue all fair in the dead of winter
All is fair in theater and intrigue during the dead of winter


A place to hold you in disguised to live a shack
A place where you can hide in a disguised shack


A memory that's what comedians are for
Comedians are there to create memories


Reflection, reflection in my heart
There is reflection in my heart


The river of (???) swallow them?
The river swallows them


To melt them enters love
Love enters to melt them


Dead head dont worry
Don't worry, dead head


Become submerged repression (surge?/serve?) the church
Become oppressed and submerged; serve the church


Dead of... winter
Winter becomes dead


Winter ...cold
Winter is cold


Here sauce is cold cold again again again I
The sauce is cold, repeatedly


(???)
Unknown


They think the hot spot (?sent here and then?)
They think this is a hotspot


They dont know what its like to live f**k
They don't know what it's like to experience sex


I'm not against (???) priest (???) hollow (???) dead don't (???)dead love(???)
I am not against hollow, dead priests, but don't love them




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szalab agomat

Probably my all time favorite intro of any song ever! The first 2 minutes could have easily been 2 songs on their own.

Spaceman Spliff

I totally agree. I always wished they’d have made a song using the sound from the intro.

Golz

I found this CD in a “CDWAREHOUSE” in 2001 and blasted it on my parents soundsystem while they were at work. Good times ☝🏻😾

RUINS

Haha, I would do the same while skipping class and rushing home to blast this!

C. Foster

ha ha my sentiments exactly. CD warehouse--best bargains on flimsy plastic discs sought after feverishly by roughly 6,000 people per state.

Sylvie P.

Their early stuff was awesome...And still is.Great band.

john turtle

rtyna find that back and forth mixtape

Briokids

this is still blowing my mind over 14 years after i heard it and almost 25 years since it was made.

Matina Stamatakis

Holy hell...this is sick! I've never heard this song before today, and I've been a SP fan for many years. Amazing. Thanks!

mike otte

I was bangin this in early 90's..will never get old!!!

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