With keen pop sensibilities, a skewed sense of humour and a willingness to draw inspiration from diverse sources (notably punk rock), Therapy? came to attention in the early 1990s rise of alternative rock, but have endured for more than a decade since; Critic Johnny Loftus writes, "After a ten-plus year career that has seen them outlast competitors and outwit industry attempts at categorization, Therapy? are still headbangers with their thinking caps screwed on tight."
Current line-up :
Andy Cairns (guitar, vocals) (1989 - )
Michael McKeegan (bass guitar, backing vocals) (1989 - )
Neil Cooper (drums) (2003 - )
Past members:
Fyfe Ewing (drums) (1989 - 1996)
Martin McCarrick (cello, guitar, backing vocals) (1996 - 2004)
Graham Hopkins (drums) (1996 - 2001)
Discography:
-Hard Cold Fire (2023)
-Cleave (2018)
-Disquiet (2015)
-A Brief Crack of Light (2012)
-Crooked Timber (2009)
-One Cure Fits All (2006)
-Never Apologise Never Explain (2004)
-High Anxiety (2003)
-Shameless (2001)
-So Much For The Ten Year Plan - A Retrospective 1990-2000 (2000)
-Suicide Pact - You First (1999)
-Semi-Detached (1998)
-Infernal Love (1995)
-Troublegum (1994)
-Face the Strange E.P. (1993)
-Shortsharpshock E.P. (1993)
-Nurse (1992)
-Pleasure Death (1992)
-Babyteeth (1991)
Northern Ireland, 1989.
Where Eagles Dare
Therapy? Lyrics
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We go where eagles dare
They pick up every movement
They pick up every loser
With jaded eyes and features
You think they really care
I ain't no goddamn son of a bitch
I ain't no goddamn son of a bitch
You better think about it, baby, babe
An omelette of disease awaits your noon-time meal
Her mouth of genocide seducing all your glands
I ain't no goddamn son of a bitch
You better think about it, baby
I ain't no goddamn son of a bitch
You better think about it, baby, babe
Let's test your threshold of pain
Let's see how long you last
That's happened in your rape
On bosoms of your past
With jaded eyes and features
You think they really care
We'll go where eagles dare
We'll go where eagles dare
I ain't no goddamn son of a bitch
You better think about it, baby
I ain't no goddamn son of a bitch
You better think about it, baby
I ain't no goddamn son of a
I ain't no goddamn son of a
I ain't no goddamn son of a bitch
Therapy?'s "Where Eagles Dare" is a song that delves on the inevitability of death and the futility of life amid the chaos of the world. They walk the streets at night to explore the dark side of society where the winners always take it all and the losers are left to bear the pain. The lines, "They pick up every movement, they pick up every loser, with jaded eyes and features, you think they really care" express their thoughts on how the society treats the downtrodden, as mere objects of pity.
The song's chorus, "I ain't no goddamn son of a bitch, you better think about it," is a call to action to be strong and not be taken advantage of by anyone. The lines, "An omelette of disease awaits your noon-time meal, her mouth of genocide seducing all your glands" contrasts the idea of nutrients and life nourishment with that of the deadly consequences of engaging in immoral acts. The other verses delves onto the subject of pain and how it is inevitable in life.
In conclusion, the song is a call to action to embrace life and the struggles that come along with it, to stand strong in the face of challenges, and to never let society drag individuals down.
Line by Line Meaning
We walk the streets at night
We wander the dark and lonely streets in the shadows.
We go where eagles dare
We venture into perilous and dangerous situations, fearless and brave like eagles.
They pick up every movement
They are always watching, not missing a single action we take.
They pick up every loser
They notice and are quick to judge anyone they deem inferior or unsuccessful.
With jaded eyes and features
Their eyes and facial expressions show tiredness and cynicism, having lost faith in others.
You think they really care
You foolishly believe that they have any concern for you or your well-being.
I ain't no goddamn son of a bitch
I am not willing to be taken advantage of or disrespected.
You better think about it, baby
You should consider the consequences of your actions before crossing me.
An omelette of disease awaits your noon-time meal
Illness and affliction loom in your future, inevitable and inescapable.
Her mouth of genocide seducing all your glands
The allure of destruction and death entices and mesmerizes you, making you a willing victim.
Let's test your threshold of pain
Let's see how much agony you can endure.
Let's see how long you last
Let's observe how much stamina and resilience you possess.
That's happened in your rape
It's reminiscent of the trauma and violation you experienced.
On bosoms of your past
In your memories and past experiences.
We'll go where eagles dare
We'll bravely and confidently enter the most challenging and hazardous situations.
I ain't no goddamn son of a
I refuse to be treated as a lesser being or be intimidated.
I ain't no goddamn son of a
I am not the product of a disrespectful or dishonorable parentage.
I ain't no goddamn son of a bitch
I forcefully declare that I am not to be trifled with or disrespected in any way.
Contributed by Ian N. Suggest a correction in the comments below.