The Feast
The Church Lyrics


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There were many guests at the table
Misfortune, jealousy, and sloth
Acting fine, drink the wine
Spill it on the tablecloth
What a surprise for you to come home to
Look through the eyes that you've grown used to
It's impossible, yes I know
It's too tempting too, I admit
It's unforgivable, but I have nothing to lose
Then when the feast was over
The guests withdrew to the fire
Talking proud, laughing out loud
To pretend, deceive and admire
Rats danced on the Persian rug
The cats fell down drunk in the chair




They reverted again to women and men
If only you had been there

Overall Meaning

"The Feast," a song by Australian rock band The Church, is a haunting and enigmatic track with lyrics that evoke a sense of wartime desperation and apocalyptic dread. The song begins with an ominous scene at a dinner table where many guests are present, including misfortune, jealousy, and sloth. These guests act fine, drinking wine and spilling it on the tablecloth, while the singer contemplates the situation through the eyes he has grown used to. He acknowledges that what is happening is impossible and unforgivable, but he also has nothing to lose.


The second verse takes a surreal turn as the feast concludes, and the guests withdraw to the fire to talk, pretend, deceive and admire. Rats dance on the Persian rug, and the cats fall down drunk in the chair. The guests revert to being women and men, as if to suggest that they were never really the sinister forces that they seemed to be. The singer wonders about what could have been if only someone else had been there to experience this strange, otherworldly scene.


The meaning of "The Feast" is open to interpretation, but it seems to be a commentary on the destructive forces at play in the world, especially during times of conflict and crisis. The guests at the table can be seen as representing different facets of humanity that are perpetuating the chaos, while the surreal imagery of rats and cats suggests that perhaps things are not as dire as they seem. The haunting melody and lyrics of the song create a sense of uncertainty and foreboding, capturing the mood of a world on the brink of collapse.


Line by Line Meaning

There were many guests at the table
There were many negative emotions and vices present in my life


Misfortune, jealousy, and sloth
I was dealing with bad luck, envy, and laziness


Acting fine, drink the wine
I pretended everything was okay as I drowned my sorrows in alcohol


Spill it on the tablecloth
My poor behavior was causing a mess and staining my reputation


What a surprise for you to come home to
My loved ones were unaware of the extent of my problems


Look through the eyes that you've grown used to
You may overlook my issues because they have become familiar to you


It's impossible, yes I know
I understand that it seems like too big of a change to make


It's too tempting too, I admit
My vices provide temporary relief and pleasure that are hard to resist


It's unforgivable, but I have nothing to lose
I know my behavior is wrong, but I feel like I have nothing to live for


Then when the feast was over
When my life got out of control


The guests withdrew to the fire
My problems escalated and took over my life


Talking proud, laughing out loud
I maintained a facade of confidence and joy despite all the negativity


To pretend, deceive and admire
I was pretending and putting on a show to deceive and impress others


Rats danced on the Persian rug
My life was filled with filth and chaos


The cats fell down drunk in the chair
I was losing control of myself and my surroundings


They reverted again to women and men
Everyone went back to their true selves after the facade was over


If only you had been there
If only you had seen the reality of my life and could help me fix it




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: KARIN GUNILLA JANSSON, MARTIN HOWARD WILLSON-PIPER, PETER KOPPES, RICHARD JOHN PLOOG, STEVEN JOHN KILBEY

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