1) A mononym of Aurelio V… Read Full Bio ↴Voltaire is a name of at least three acts:
1) A mononym of Aurelio Voltaire Hernández (b. 1967, Havana, Cuba), a singer/songwriter whose music has its roots deeply embedded in European folk and also has influences from the gothic scene. He has also been directing commercials and animating short films for ten years, the best known of these are his Hieronymus Bosch-inspired station MTV IDs.
Inspired by the films of Ray Harryhausen (Jason and the Argonauts, The 7th Voyage of Sinbad), Voltaire began animating at the age of ten on a super8 camera. By piecing together snippets of information from fanzines, he eventually was able to teach himself how to make foam rubber animation models and animate them. The films of his childhood landed him his first directing job in 1988 with MTV. The stop-motion tour of the hellish Garden of Earthly Delights won several awards.
He also teaches stop-motion animation at the School of Visual Arts in New York City.
He also wrote the song "BRAINS!" for the Cartoon Network show "Grim and Evil" which has since split into two separate shows (The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy, Evil Con Carne) and the song can also be found on his album "Boo Hoo".
An avid fan of Star Trek, Voltaire frequently attends conventions and released a four track E.P. called "Banned on Vulcan". It was a set of comedy recordings poking fun at characters from the show.
He often takes part in Adventure Quest Worlds special musical events in which he is drawn incredibly well!
Discography:
The Devil's Bris (1998)
Almost Human (2000)
Boo Hoo (2002)
Then and Again (2004)
Ooky Spooky (2007)
To the Bottom of the Sea (2008)
Hate Lives in a Small Town (2010)
Riding a Black Unicorn Down the Side of an Erupting Volcano While Drinking from a Chalice Filled with the Laughter of Small Children (2011)
BiTrektual (2012)
Raised by Bats (2014)
Heart-Shaped Wound (2017)
What Are the Oddz? (2019)
The Black Labyrinth (TBD)
2) A German indie rock group from Bonn, too. They were founded in 2003 by Roland Meyer de Voltaire, who is the singer, songwriter and producer of the band. Their discography includes one EP and two albums, called "Heute ist jeder Tag" (2006) and "Das letzte bisschen Etikette" (2009).
Sites: Voltaire-Musik.De (official)
3) A Polish punk rock band who have released two albums.
4) An 18th-century French writer and philosopher, who might be scrobbled by people listening to audiobooks of his works.
The Chosen
Voltaire Lyrics
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And filled my tired weary head
With horrid tales of you.
I can't believe it's true.
But then the lamp shade smiled at me.
It said, "Believe" it said, "Believe."
I want you to know it's nothing personal.
First time I had sex, I was three.
Though you weren't there, you remind
Me of those hands.
Roses are red, violets are blue
If I'm schizophrenic, then I am too!
Whatever it takes to escape.
I hope you understand
Why I'm forced to take your life in my hands.
I want you to know it's nothing personal.
And though we've never met
I've seen your image in a million waking dreams.
Your eyes they call to me, "Set me free."
Did I ever tell you, you look like my mother?
She once left me in a supermarket.
I promised myself that I'd never feel that way again.
Did I ever tell you that you look like my dear old mother?
I hope you understand
Why I'm forced to take my life in your name.
I want you to know, it's nothing all the same.
And though we've never met
I've seen you image in a million waking dreams.
Your eyes call to me, "Set me free."
It's not easy being the chosen.
The lyrics of Voltaire's song The Chosen describe a disturbed individual who has had a difficult and traumatic past. The opening lines refer to a moth that visited the singer's bed and filled their head with "horrid tales" about an unnamed person. The singer struggles to believe what the moth is telling them, but the lamp shade encourages belief. The song then takes a dark turn as the singer reveals that they were sexually abused at a young age, and the abuser's hands remind them of the person the moth was warning them about. The singer seems to be contemplating taking revenge on this person for the trauma they have caused, and they repeatedly insist that it is "nothing personal" before making vague threats about taking their life.
Throughout the song, the singer also mentions their mother, who abandoned them at a young age. They see a resemblance between the person they want to harm and their mother, and the lyrics suggest that this could be a factor in their desire for revenge. The repeated refrain "I hope you understand / Why I'm forced to take your life in my hands" suggests a kind of desperation on the part of the singer, who feels that they have no other option but to seek revenge.
Overall, the song is a disturbing exploration of trauma, revenge, and mental illness. The singer's state of mind is clearly unstable, and the lyrics suggest that they are struggling to make sense of their past and their desires for vengeance. The chorus, which simply states "It's not easy being the chosen," adds an extra layer of unexplained mystery to the song, leaving the listener to ponder just what exactly the singer is referring to.
Line by Line Meaning
Last night a moth came to my bed
I had a strange dream last night
And filled my tired weary head
That dream stayed with me when I woke up
With horrid tales of you.
In that dream, someone told me terrible things about you
I can't believe it's true.
I don't think those things could possibly be true
But then the lamp shade smiled at me.
But a random, inanimate object seemed to give me reassurance
It said, "Believe" it said, "Believe."
It told me to believe that everything would be okay
I want you to know it's nothing personal.
I don't have anything against you personally
First time I had sex, I was three.
I was a victim of sexual abuse as a child
First time consenting was thirteen.
I didn't have any control over my sexuality until I was older
Though you weren't there, you remind me of those hands.
Something about you triggers memories of my past abuse
Roses are red, violets are blue
This is a silly poem, but it still has meaning
If I'm schizophrenic, then I am too!
I'm not sure if I'm mentally ill, but if I am, so what?
Whatever it takes to escape.
I'll do whatever it takes to get away from my pain
I hope you understand
I want you to know where I'm coming from
Why I'm forced to take your life in my hands.
I feel like I need to take control of the situation
And though we've never met
I don't actually know you
I've seen your image in a million waking dreams.
I feel like I know you intimately
Your eyes they call to me, "Set me free."
I feel like you need my help, even if it's just in my mind
Did I ever tell you, you look like my mother?
You remind me of someone I love(d)
She once left me in a supermarket.
But that person also hurt me deeply
I promised myself that I'd never feel that way again.
I don't want to be vulnerable like that again
Did I ever tell you that you look like my dear old mother?
You really do remind me of her
I hope you understand
I don't want to hurt you, but I feel like I have to
Why I'm forced to take my life in your name.
Something about you is making me desperate
I want you to know, it's nothing all the same.
It's not your fault that I feel this way
It's not easy being the chosen.
Feeling this burden is exhausting
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Last night a moth came to my bed
Filled my tired and weary head
With horrid tales of you
I can't believe it's true
But then the lampshade smiled at me
It said "Believe" It said "Believe"
I want you to know it's nothing personal
First time i had sex i was 3
First time consenting was 13
Though you weren't there you remind me of those hands
Roses are red, Violets are blue
If i'm skitsofrenic than i am too
Whatever it takes to escape
I hope you understand
Why i'm forced to take your life in my hands
I want you to know it's nothing personal
Though we never met i've seen your image in a million waking dreams
Your eyes they call to me "Set me free!"
Did i ever tell you? You look like my mother
She once left me in the supermarket
I promised myself that i'll never feel that way again
Did i ever tell you? You look like my dear old mother
I hope you understand
Why i'm forced to take my life in your name
I want you to know it's nothing all the same
Though we never met i've seen your image in a million waking dreams
Your eyes they call to me "Set me free!"
Last night a moth came to my bed
Filled my tired and weary head
With horrid tales of you
I can't believe it's true
But then the lampshade smiled at me
It said "Believe" It said "Believe"
I want you to know it's nothing personal
I hope you understand
Why i'm forced to take your life in my hands
I want you to know it's nothing personal
Though we never met i've seen your image in a million waking dreams
Your eyes they call to me "Set me free!"
I hope you understand
Why i'm forced to take my life in your name
I want you to know it's nothing all the same
Though we never met i've seen your image in a million waking dreams
Your eyes they call to me "Set me free!"
It's not easy being the chosen
It's not easy being the chosen
It's not easy being the chosen
It's not easy being the chosen
@MarquisAndrealphus
I'm a Schizophrenic who was molested, and you think this is where I get all offended, no, actually. This is fucking fantastic. Life for me is a confusing mess that nobody can make heads or tails of. This song is a confusing mess that nobody can make heads or tails of. On the off chance you actually see this Voltaire, good job, you did good with this one.
@sumasian3911
+Marquis Andrealphus same here and its really comforting to know other people went through the same
@SueSakamotoTakari
+Marquis Andrealphus Hahaha, the first time I consented to sex was when I was 3, I was made pretty much to multiply our population exponentially, jargon and data meant to replicate jargon and data in a population that fucks every 5 minutes with a mate, making the population bisexual... I had such an high libido that I was lustful yet caring, and pretty much consented to EVERYTHING... Despite that I'm not physically strong, and if someone wanted, I could be killed very very easily...
@MarquisAndrealphus
I don't get offended by much of anything. Life is too short for it and I am a minority too disorganized to have a voice, and I don't know if I want my people to have a voice.
@MarquisAndrealphus
Neo Nazi Neighbor Neil Why would I be? The svastika is fucking proto language! It came before words! Doesn't matter what it means to you. The language geeks in me is happy to see it found a use.
@SueSakamotoTakari
Marquis Andrealphus yeah.
@majula2171
This song is too real.
I've never gone through this, but I know some who have, and this song just makes me feel for them even more.
@eslwgpg1226
Honestly can’t decide between “The Devil’s Bris” and “Raised By Bats” which is my favorite Voltaire album.
@taxicabmessiah
the violin and cello in this album remains one of a kind, truly incredible
@atomicsunshine286
I keep coming back to this, again and again. It's too relatable, and it's a small, twisted piece of comfort. At least someone else has felt the same way.