Imitating traditional poetry
Pine cones lay with no pine trees
Windy wastes of scattered debris
And from that endless empty lot
The genius picks a dusty blot
Thrusts it onto a great black tower
To shadow sun and decompose flower
Unto the world is birthed an acid
To rot smiles and eat horizons placid
Where the river runs the path will follow
With artificial mounds and tunnels hollow
Under shining sun or summer showers
In winter shock when snowflakes glower
Wind sweeps rain in wrathful lash
Flailing branches threaten to crash
But in the gentle days of spring
Flowers blossom and hummingbirds sing
Foliage hangs over in superfluous comfort
Friends walk under in waking comport
Grass grows wild as if to mock
Ducks hiding behind wind eroded rock
And on a rare and boiling day
Still waters might deceivingly say
That timeless waits upon the banks
No action, no change, no need of thanks
We hear sounds of a hospital similar to the opening song and this final song bursts into life abruptly.
“All alone now except for the memories
Of what we had and what we knew
Every time I try to leave it behind me
I see something that reminds me of you
Every night the dreams return to haunt me
Your rosary wrapped around your throat
I lie awake and sweat, afraid to fall asleep
I see your face looking back at me”
Now that Nikki cannot find a direction he replays the memories over and comes to live in them and sleep in them. It is a nightmare that he tries to escape by clinging on to reality. But his guilt manifests itself in the face of the one he most grieves having failed. Mary committed suicide with one of the sacred objects she had tried to use to enchant her existence with meaning.
“Is this all that’s left of my life before me
Straight jacket memories, sedative highs
No happy ending like they’ve always promised
There’s got to be something left for me”
Sedatives and straight-jackets are extreme measures suggesting that Nikki has descended into violent madness. The story of this album has not cheated by finding some happy ending but has followed to the inevitable end. Murder and the mental illness brought on by drugs are things that very few are ever able return from to find a meaningful life.
“How many times must I live this tragedy?
How many more lies will they tell me?
All I want is the same as everyone
Why am I here, and for how long”
Viktor Frankel in Man’s Search For Meaning suggested that the question of the meaning of life can be whittled down to its core in an extreme situation like the concentration camps that he had existed in. In the chorus Nikki looks into the eyes of the Other to see if there is anything left. Hegel’s philosophy tells us that we only form our identity in relation to others, and about a million modern philosophers have wondered if relations with others is even possible because since the only subject is oneself, others are seen as objects, and therefore there is a subject-object gap. Nikki tries to reach across that evanescent gap but finds that others turn away.
“Chorus:
And I raise my head and stare
Into the eyes of a stranger
I’ve always known that the mirror never lies
People always turn away
From the eyes of a stranger
Afraid to know what lies behind the stare”
Is Nikki unable to relate with others because he cannot see them as subjects, bound up as he is in himself? Or is he unable to be a subject himself, seeing only his emptiness and not his humanity. I think, from second hand sources, that Hegel would say both were the same problem. Nikki looks in the mirror and likewise turns away. No more able to step outside himself and view himself in the third person than he is to engage with others in the first person I to I. What lies behind the stare is nothing and gazing into the void of a physically living but life-drained human being feels like staring into your own death.
The album ends with clips from the album racing round faster and faster before crashing into an inscrutable demon-like utterance. A menacing low murmur is heard before Nikki says “I remember now” to end the album. It has been suggested that this ending suggests that Nikki is re-experiencing the events of this album every 30 seconds before the cycle begins again. A terrifying idea, in any case the story is the old theme of the descent into hell and it is all too easy to imagine ourselves sliding the same jagged descent.
Waiting For 22 is an instrumental on acoustic guitar. My Empty Room begins with the sound of a clock ticking which is then accompanied by guitar phrases.
“Empty room today
And here I sit
Chalk outline upon the wall
I remember tracing it
A thousand times, the night she died.
Why? Why?
There’s no sleep today, I can’t pretend
When all my dreams are crimes
I can’t stand facing them”
Nikki cannot stand who he is and what he has done and this leaves him unable to act in the world and he is trapped in an empty room. In one of the Father Brown stories Chesterton says that every time one falls asleep it is an act of faith. Without the hope a new morning with new hope Nikki cannot naturally avail himself of sleep. The song ends with a crash of drums and guitar as Nikki almost shouts out the last verse.
“Now who will come?
To wash away my sins
Clean my room, fix my meals
Be my friend?”
Nikki cannot function in basic ways without Mary and this is why we will find him in the locked ward in the final song. Notice that Nikki mentions the basic human needs he has been looking for since the start of the story: spiritual fulfillment, order, care and friendship.
“I awoke on impact
Under surveillance from the camera eye
Searching high and low
The criminal mind found at the scene of the crime
Handcuffed and blind, I didn’t do it
She said she loved me
I guess I never knew
But do we ever, ever really know?
She said she’d meet me on the other side
But I knew right then, I’d never find her”
Nikki sadly returns to the body of Mary despite not expecting to find her alive. He is arrested and incarcerated. The last two lines here are interesting as they suggest that Mary committed suicide hoping for a Romeo and Juliet style pact, but that Nikki doesn’t believe in the afterlife and so did not go through with his part. Nikki questions whether someone could really love him and commit suicide. It is felt as a betrayal.
“No more nightmares, I’ve seen them all
From the day I was born, they’ve haunted my every move
Every open hand’s there to push and shove
No time for love, it doesn’t matter
She made a difference; I guess she had a way
Of making every night seem bright as day
Now I walk in shadows, never see the light
She must have lied because she never said goodbye”
This kind of self-pitying tale of woe is a great comfort those who have made stupid or immoral decisions. Notice the lack of agency in the self-described passive victim who is pushed and shoved without pushing back. Nikki likes to imagine that Mary is the only one who has ever reached out to him but perhaps she is also the only person he has reached out to. We only ever count up one side of this ledger.
“Chorus:
I don’t believe in love
I never have, I never will
I don’t believe in love
I’ll just pretend she never was real
I don’t believe in love
I need to forget her face, I see it still
I don’t believe in love
It’s never worth the pain that you feel”
In our time of constant gratification it is a difficult truth that the great virtues and emotions are distinguished from the ordinary by how they stand out. One cannot have love without the pain of its loss, or wisdom without the possibility of foolishness, etc. One has to take the good with the bad or forego anything worthwhile altogether. Nikki is now trying to dull himself from the slings and arrows that flesh is heir to and this means his silence will not be broken.
“No chance for contact, there’s no reason there
My only hope is one day I’ll forget
The pain of knowing what can never be
With or without love it’s all the same to me”
It is particular painful to accept where one is if one has known better. After the loss of love one laments the greying of the world and longs for that otherworldly light that the face of the lover brings to colour one’s every moment. This is why it is important to see any good that comes into one’s life as a gift and not come to expect it. Without a spirit of generosity one comes to disdain the good as false hope, or the object of jealousies, or a cosmic joke in its pointless passing away as Nikki does to his despair.
“They told me to run, but just how far?
Can I go wearing the black mask of fear?
The hate in my eyes always gives me away
The tension building slowly
Now I’ve lost everything I had in you
Nothing we shared means a thing
Without you close to me
I can’t live without you”
The human need for home makes Nikki’s flight unbearable. He looked for it in the cult, found something like home in the church with Mary but now he doesn’t belong anywhere. His paranoia has cut him off from all others who see the hate and fear and not the person beneath. He also has lost his driving force that had inspired his heroic idea to kill Dr. X. Without Mary everything has sunk into an abyss.
“There’s no direction to my stare
No more flame burning in my heart anymore
Quiet, I keep it to myself
Until the sun sets slowly
I hear your voice in the evening rain calling
Nothing will keep us apart
No more lies and fear
There’s no end to our story”
Like a drowning man grasps for air or any kind of help, Nikki hears echoes of Mary like a gasp for life. Love has a poignant lingering quality, especially if it is followed by a period of loneliness.. Without a motivation to act in the world Nikki feels his personality evaporate and so he clings to the story that once gave meaning. A trace of the life that Mary gave him lingers and he wanders aimlessly looking for its thread.
“Chorus:
Breaking the silence of the night
Can’t you hear me screaming?
I look for your face in the neon light
You never answer me
I could make all the wrong seem right
If you were by my side
I’d gather all the tears you cried
And hide them deep underground”
Nikki is reminded of Mary by many small details, the rain, neon lights, even the now omnipresent silence of his existence. The experience of unfulfilled love is now so common that most people will, I think, have looked for the face of the lost love in places they have never frequented. Most of all Nikki laments that he will never be able to redeem the suffering of Mary who, unlike her Catholic namesake, suffered for nothing.
“Can’t look back, it’s just a waste of time
Can’t erase this hate from my eyes”
Nikki wants to absolve his past in some new path forward. But who we are is formed from what went before, and all Nikki knows now is resentment and loss. The song ends with voices heard in Nikki’s mind saying “we know you did it”, “why did you do it?” as he feels the guilt of his actions. Nikki is caught in the moments of transition and nothing around him, no cultural tradition or theory that he is aware of is able to tell him what to do.
Nikki opens a door and asks “Mary?” The door slams and he asks again but more sadly. The minimalist music crashes into a low thudding repetition as Nikki says “Even in death you still look sad”. Then he cries out emotionally “Don’t leave me, don’t leave me, here”. Then he finally says flatly “I want what you feel, believe me, turn the current on”. The electric guitar whines out a requiem to close out the song.
This short song leaves us with questions. Did Nikki kill Mary on one of the occasions he took drugs? Perhaps Dr. X was able to get the word “Mindcrime” through to him on the phone to trigger whatever conditioning the title track was hinting at. What does Nikki do now? Does Dr. X still have some kind of control over him? Will Nikki still try to kill Dr. X, having now another reason to do so? Or perhaps this will finally break Nikki’s sanity or will to go on.
