The Rock 'N Roll Preacher
Subterranean Masquerade Lyrics


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Come and play me
Let my rhythm shake your body
Take a chance, unwarp me
Let my sweet sound was the pain away

Now, I'm here to stay
(Just passing through!)
I'm not going away
Yes, I'm your new friend
I'm the aftertaste, I consolidate your emotions
And sign my name as your devotion to life

Strip down my knowledge; let the beat pump the poison in your blood
Addressing all your freedom to this hungry box inside
That solid state of mind of yours bound to never be alike

I will never change
(Now it's me and you!)
Or can be unmade
But on the other hand
Each time you scream my name
A golem, reborn by ashes from afar
Virtual ritual, desktop icon, link to your inside

The throat is itching, the head is spinning and sour feeling
As I'm breathing and dream walking to the other room just to see her cry
Tara's not the same, she can't make sense,
Her voice disappearing in the grace
That echoes as the circle breaks apart
Does it feel different inside?

In this classic affair of loud pantomime
Can't get a dial tone, busy line




A figure of small statue, but dare I say
Glued from pieces of your shell, identical we shall remain

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Subterranean Masquerade's "The Rock N Roll Preacher" are rich with imagery and metaphor. The song is an invitation to be consumed by the rhythm of rock and roll, to let it wash away the pain and bring a sense of devotion to life. The singer of the song promises to stay, to be a constant presence in the listener's life, a golem reborn by ashes from afar. The beat of the music is like a poison in the blood, addressed to a hunger inside that can never be satisfied. The listener is encouraged to strip down their knowledge, to let go of their solid state of mind and allow themselves to be transformed by the music.


The lyrics also contain a sense of melancholy, as the singer describes the aftermath of a broken relationship. Tara, who cannot make sense of what is happening to her, is crying and disappearing into the grace that echoes when the circle breaks apart. The singer asks if it feels different inside, acknowledging the pain and confusion that comes with heartbreak.


Overall, "The Rock N Roll Preacher" is a powerful meditation on the transformative power of music, and the way it can both heal and hurt.


Line by Line Meaning

Come and play me
I invite you to listen to my music


Let my rhythm shake your body
My music will make you want to dance


Take a chance, unwarp me
Give my music a chance, let it take control of you


Let my sweet sound was the pain away
My music can be a form of therapy, easing your pain


Now, I'm here to stay
My music is a permanent fixture in your life


(Just passing through!)
I'm not just a temporary presence, I am here to make an impact


I'm not going away
My music will continue to be a part of your life


Yes, I'm your new friend
Through my music, I am forging a new relationship with you


I'm the aftertaste, I consolidate your emotions
My music leaves a lingering impact on your emotions and consolidates them


And sign my name as your devotion to life
My music becomes a symbol of your appreciation for life


Strip down my knowledge; let the beat pump the poison in your blood
Listen to my music and let its rhythm energize you


Addressing all your freedom to this hungry box inside
My music is a medium to express yourself and find freedom within


That solid state of mind of yours bound to never be alike
My music will change your state of mind in a unique way


I will never change
My music will remain consistent


(Now it's me and you!)
Now our relationship through music is established


Or can be unmade
Our musical relationship has a lasting impact


But on the other hand
However, there is another side to this story


Each time you scream my name
Every time you listen to my music


A golem, reborn by ashes from afar
My music reinvigorates you, making you feel reborn


Virtual ritual, desktop icon, link to your inside
Listening to my music becomes a ritual and a link to your inner self


The throat is itching, the head is spinning and sour feeling
My music can have a visceral physical reaction


As I'm breathing and dream walking to the other room just to see her cry
My music can inspire a dreamlike state and emotional reaction


Tara's not the same, she can't make sense,
My music has a profound impact on Tara, changing her in some way


Her voice disappearing in the grace
Tara is overcome by emotion, losing her voice


That echoes as the circle breaks apart
The emotional resonance of my music causes a shift or change


Does it feel different inside?
My music can provoke introspection and self-reflection


In this classic affair of loud pantomime
My music is a classic representation of loud, theatrical performance


Can't get a dial tone, busy line
There is no escaping the impact of my music


A figure of small statue, but dare I say
Though small in stature, my music has a great impact


Glued from pieces of your shell, identical we shall remain
Through my music, we become connected and remain so in some way




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Maria Diaz

Come and play me
Let my rhythm shake your body
Take a chance, unwarp me
Let my sweet sound was the pain away

Now, I'm here to stay
(Just passing through!)
I'm not going away
Yes, I'm your new frend
I'm the aftertaste, I consolidate your emotions
And sign my name as your devotion to life

Strip down my knowledge; let the beat pump the poison in your blood
Addressing all your freedom to this hungry box inside
That solid state of mind of yours bound to never be alike

I will never change
(Now it's me and you!)
Or can be unmade
But on the other hand
Each time you scream my name
A golem, reborn by ashes from afar
Virtual ritual, desktop icon, link to your inside

The throat is itching, the head is spinning and sour feeling
as I'm breathing and dreamwallking to the other room just to see her cry
Tara's not the same, she can't make sense, her voice disappearing in the grace that echoes as the circle breaks apart
Does it feel different inside?

In this classic affair of loud pantomime...
Can't get a dial tone, busy line
A figure of small statue, but dare I say
Glued from pieces of your shell, identical we shall remain

FieryLittleRaven

Wonderful composition. Yes and the painting !

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