Initially a avantgarde thrash metal / prog rock hybrid, Thought Industry's signature sound is showcased on their first two albums; Songs For Insects and Mods Carve The Pig: Assassins, Toads And God's Flesh, however by the time of their third album Outer Space Is Just A Martini Away, the band had started to shed their metal roots and had moved into alternative and art rock by the time they recorded their fourth album, 1997's Black Umbrella. The band are known to have remained active as of 2001 but disbanded shorly after the release of their magnum opus Short Wave On A Cold Day.
Daughter Mobius
Thought Industry Lyrics
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Comes between lovers. It just breaks my heart. I'm pawn
Life. Calls the world "Arena Grand". Bone gameshow. A
Small joke Christ plays on the Devil. Nielson rates it well.
I'm bleached life.
Mother's womb stop prancing around pyres of fusion
Hymnals. A world digested, burnt, and beveled. Just
Move your leg. Move your arm.
The arid breast. Dry and cracked. Oozed the milk
Gnats thrive on. Little girls, so old and wise. Congress
Votes that Hell is true.
It's your mind. it's my thought, but I am the killer.
It's all right. You're my daughter. I love you. Come
Die in my arms, ignore clouds. Avoid rainfall. It just
Hurts our eyes and skin. Cling to my side, daughter of
Mine.
In darkness you'll find me, and I've found that
Alone only you can satisfy you.
Yawns and goes about her day. A piece of toast the
Morning meal. Sits on down to comb her hair.
Brushed her teeth, and with tomorrow she'll do this
Again.
In darkness you'll find me, and I've found that
Alone my gifted eyes love to undress you.
The men are always boring you. Take their cash
Before the sun. Run the Visa to maximum. Instant
Dinner, the pinnacle of romance that burns you again.
In darkness you'll find me, and I've found that as
You sleep my hands will come to caress you.
Fleeting thoughts. A simple mind. A messiah's work
Is never done. Just wasn't lifes easy love. God sifts
Farther and farther, and won't come again; right?
It's your mind. It's my thought, but I am the killer.
It's all right. You're my daughter. I love you, come
Die in my arms. Watch the ground. It's a graveyard for
Those who couldnt sin. Murder worldwide, daughter of
Mine.
The lyrics of the song "Daughter Mobius" by Thought Industry are complex and open to interpretation. The song movingly describes the struggles of a father and his daughter in a harsh world. The opening lines introduce "Dogorez" and "one mike stand" as a small brawl between lovers that breaks the singer's (presumably the father's) heart. He considers himself a pawn in life, fighting in an arena made grand by the world. This suggests his feelings of powerlessness and futility in a world that values competition and conflict. The metaphor of the "bone gameshow" portrays Christ playing a small joke on the Devil, implying that ultimately good will triumph over evil, even if only in small ways.
While the father's world-weary outlook is apparent from the beginning of the song, the tone shifts in the following lines. The singer pleads with his daughter to stop "prancing around pyres of fusion hymnals" suggesting he wants to protect her from the turmoil of the world. He describes a world that has been "digested, burnt, and beveled," indicating a violent, hostile environment. However, he offers comfort, telling his daughter to "move your leg" and "move your arm" as if to reassure her that everything is okay. The imagery of the "arid breast" that "oozed the milk gnats thrive on" is disturbing and suggests a world in which nothing is truly nourishing. The line "Congress votes that Hell is true" is a jarring indictment of the state of the world in which lawmakers seem focused on negativity and suffering.
The song takes a dark turn when the singer declares himself "the killer" and implies that he will be with his daughter in darkness. While this could be interpreted as a metaphor for his willingness to protect her from the evils of the world, the lines that follow are more ominous. He tells her to "come die in my arms" and warns her to avoid the rain and cling to his side. The repetition of "daughter of mine" and "it's all right" could suggest that the father is trying to convince himself that his actions are motivated by love.
Some interpretations of the song suggest that it is a critique of patriarchal structures and the harm that can be caused by fathers who seek to control and harm their daughters. The lines "I've found that alone only you can satisfy you" and "as you sleep my hands will come to caress you" could suggest that the father's love is possessive and controlling. However, the song's complexity and open-endedness allow for multiple interpretations.
Line by Line Meaning
The Dogorez and one mike stand. A small brawl that comes between lovers. It just breaks my heart. I'm pawn Life. Calls the world "Arena Grand". Bone gameshow. A Small joke Christ plays on the Devil. Nielson rates it well. I'm bleached life.
There was a tiny argument between lovers with a lot of attention. It's just disappointing to see. Life seems like a competition, and Christ and the Devil are having a contest with a bone for laughs. It's a win for Christ according to Nielson, but it doesn't mean much to me.
Mother's womb stop prancing around pyres of fusion Hymnals. A world digested, burnt, and beveled. Just Await Q the troubadour. Move your leg. Move your arm. The arid breast. Dry and cracked. Oozed the milk Gnats thrive on. Little girls, so old and wise. Congress Votes that Hell is true.
Stop having fun around the ruins of destruction. The world is eaten up, burnt, and made smooth. Wait for the singer named Q to come. Move your body. The barren breast releases unhealthy stuff that bothers bugs. Young girls think they understand everything, but people in charge say Hell is real.
It's your mind. it's my thought, but I am the killer. It's all right. You're my daughter. I love you. Come Die in my arms, ignore clouds. Avoid rainfall. It just Hurts our eyes and skin. Cling to my side, daughter of Mine.
This is something I'm thinking in my mind, and it's harmful. However, you're my kid, so it's all right. I adore you. Come with me and don't mind the clouds. Try not to get wet because it's terrible for us. Stay close to me, my child.
In darkness you'll find me, and I've found that Alone only you can satisfy you. Yawns and goes about her day. A piece of toast the Morning meal. Sits on down to comb her hair. Brushed her teeth, and with tomorrow she'll do this Again.
I'm in the shadows, and you'll eventually join me there. However, only you can find satisfaction there. She wakes up, yawns, eats a slice of toast, combs her hair, and brushes her teeth. Tomorrow she'll repeat all of that
In darkness you'll find me, and I've found that Alone my gifted eyes love to undress you. The men are always boring you. Take their cash Before the sun. Run the Visa to maximum. Instant Dinner, the pinnacle of romance that burns you again.
In the darkness, I'll be there, and I get excited by peeling your layers away. You grow tired of guys easily. Pick their pocket and leave before sunrise. Use Visa to the limit, Dinner is done in an instant, and it's the epitome of love that ends up being painful for you.
In darkness you'll find me, and I've found that as You sleep my hands will come to caress you. Fleeting thoughts. A simple mind. A messiah's work Is never done. Just wasn't life's easy love. God sifts Farther and farther, and won't come again; right? It's your mind. It's my thought, but I am the killer. It's all right. You're my daughter. I love you, come Die in my arms. Watch the ground. It's a graveyard for Those who couldn't sin. Murder worldwide, daughter of Mine.
I'll be in the shadows when you're sleeping, and I'll always touch you hands. I have a lot of thoughts that don't last, but I keep working hard. Life isn't always easy. God is more detached, further away, and will never come back. This is what I'm thinking, but it's not good. It's fine because you're my daughter and I adore you. Let's die holding each other. That ground is where people who couldn't sin are buried. Murders around the globe, my daughter.
Contributed by Charlie C. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
@gerryfromthevoid8986
progressive everything
@stevenbaksh5545
That intro is just weried as fuck
@youisiaint
Everything I've heard Donaldson playing on is so bland compared to his 2 albums with Thought Industry. It also sounds like his kit is a lot smaller on the other stuff