Snake Oil
Van der Graaf Generator Lyrics


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Best of intentions, fresh-faced devotees display,
sat at the feet of the master,
hoping that this is the one true way.
Eager awareness,
picking the wood from the trees,
only belief is important,
only obedience can set them free.
Here come the paraphernalia,
here come the catch-all refrains,
repeat ad infinitum.

Slavish devotion, that's how it usually presents,
in an impossibly pompous
addiction to doctrines that make no sense.
Anal retention to an astounding degree,
self-absorption is total,
making obedience compulsory
if they want to reach the inner mystery.

Welcome to the bats in the belfry,
the buzz-words echo around,
repeated ad infinitum.

Brainwashed and bound to believe in
the orthodox text, slogans on t-shirts,
the punters can't wait to be told
what to think of next...
oh, what's coming next?

Well, nothing is coming and nobody here goes
in search of the questions posterity might pose.
There's only one answer the believers can allow...

Yes, teacher knows best, teacher knows best.
Let's put the teacher to the test.

There's only one answer the disciples will allow out.
Cultish convention repeated again and again
until the words have no meaning,
until the means have become the end.

What starts with self-obsession ends up in self-denial,
they just so want to believe...
slaves to the snake oil of this particular world,
elitist and self-referential,
the comfort's in sharing the secret word




with the picture blurred...
the companionship of the herd.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Van der Graaf Generator's song Snake Oil describe the dangers of blind faith and unquestioning obedience to religious or spiritual leaders. The first verse describes the devotees who sit at the feet of the master with the best of intentions and hope that they have found the one true way. They are picking the wood from the trees, which means they are sifting through superficial or irrelevant information in search of deeper meaning. However, they have been taught that only belief and obedience matter, and that following the doctrines is the only way to reach the inner mystery. The second verse describes the paraphernalia and catch-all refrains used to reinforce the doctrinal messages and promote slavish devotion. The followers become brainwashed and bound to the orthodox text and slogans, eagerly waiting to be told what to think next.


The chorus of the song repeats the phrase "teacher knows best" and invites the listeners to put the teacher to the test. However, the disciples have been conditioned to believe that there is only one answer and one way of thinking, which is repeated again and again until the words lose their meaning and the means become the end. The song ends with a warning that what starts with self-obsession ends up in self-denial and the followers become slaves to the snake oil of the particular world they have chosen. They are elitist and self-referential, finding comfort in sharing the secret word with the picture blurred and seeking the companionship of the herd.


Line by Line Meaning

Best of intentions, fresh-faced devotees display,
The new followers show their purest motives and admiration.


sat at the feet of the master,
They sit in front of the teacher.


hoping that this is the one true way.
They yearn for the only path of righteousness.


Eager awareness,
Their desire to learn is intense.


picking the wood from the trees,
They are trying to see the essential from the jargon.


only belief is important,
What matters is the commitment to the doctrine.


only obedience can set them free.
Only complying with the rules will lead to enlightenment.


Here come the paraphernalia,
The symbols and trappings are arriving.


here come the catch-all refrains,
The repetitive slogans arrive.


repeat ad infinitum.
They will be echoed indefinitely.


Slavish devotion, that's how it usually presents,
Such zealotry usually displays in blind obedience.


in an impossibly pompous addiction to doctrines that make no sense.
They become arrogantly addict to senseless rules.


Anal retention to an astounding degree,
They behave in an extremely rigid and obsessive way.


self-absorption is total,
They focus solely on themselves.


making obedience compulsory if they want to reach the inner mystery.
Compliance is necessary to unveil the hidden truth.


Welcome to the bats in the belfry,
Welcome to the crazies in the belfry.


the buzz-words echo around,
The jargon resonates.


Brainwashed and bound to believe in
They are indoctrinated and compelled to trust in


the orthodox text, slogans on t-shirts,
The classic scripture and slogans printed on t-shirts.


the punters can't wait to be told what to think of next...
They eagerly expect to be commanded on the next topic.


oh, what's coming next?
What's the topic of the next command?


Well, nothing is coming and nobody here goes in search of the questions posterity might pose.
Actually, nothing is happening, and no one looks for the queries future generations may raise.


There's only one answer the believers can allow...
They can only accept one possible response.


Yes, teacher knows best, teacher knows best.
Indeed, the teacher is always right.


Let's put the teacher to the test.
Nonetheless, they will put the teacher to the trial.


There's only one answer the disciples will allow out.
The pupils only permit a single solution.


Cultish convention repeated again and again until the words have no meaning,
The sectarian tradition reiterated ceaselessly until the vocabulary becomes meaningless.


until the means have become the end.
Till the methods are the goals.


What starts with self-obsession ends up in self-denial,
Their self-centeredness culminates in self-renouncement.


they just so want to believe...
They crave for the conviction...


slaves to the snake oil of this particular world,
They are victims of this world's fraud.


elitist and self-referential,
They think highly of themselves and focus on themselves.


the comfort's in sharing the secret word with the picture blurred...
Their comfort lies in exchanging the coded message with vague imagery.


the companionship of the herd.
The herd's camaraderie.




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