I'm not Kahrey, but I love to analyze things. (Even if I'm not correct, I still love it.)
The Pillows- Wake Up, Frenzy!
The thorns bloomed, hidden by the darkness
You hid them with both hands
Their waning aroma a sweet trap
I saw through it but wanted to test it anyway
And it enervated me
Bad things, hurtful things, grow in the darkness. The deceiver hides them, covering them up with soft hands, letting the victim be drawn by the sweet illusory smell. The victim knows the truth, but is so overwhelmed by the desire for the falsely promised sweetness that he goes ahead and grabs for the false promise anyway. Then--ouch. He's hurt.
Howevermany times I was hurt
I never really wanted
To leap away
That seriously
And hurt and hurt. Again and again. Yet, still, the desire for that sweet illusion is overwelming. It reminds me of that old song, "Even the bad love is better than no love; any kind of love is better than no love at all." It's almost masochistic. The victim would rather stay and be hurt by the deceiver than move on and find someone who would offer some real sweetness.
Wake up, Frenzy
Without restraint, dazzlingly
Wanting to drown
Please crush the painful everyday
With just a little squeeze
The image here is very powerful. I can only describe the feelings it brings into my mind as they are not logical. Which, I guess, is logical since
frenzy without restraint is by nature illogical. It seems like he wants every sense to be raw and alert, responding to this stimulus. He wants to give himself to it totally, be swept up in it, drowned in it, satiated with it. He doesn't want to think. He just wants to feel, feel all of it. He wants all awareness of the every day blah-blah-blah to be obliterated by the touch of the one he's obsessed with.
When I walk about unconsciously
I find myself in front of the same tunnel every time
Am I going in now? Or coming out?
Not knowing, still I searched for you
Tearing away the darkness
Everything overwhelms him so much. He doesn't know what he's doing. he doesn't know where he is. He doesn't know where he's going. All he knows is that he wants to find that One. The One he is obsessed with. The one who gives him pleasure, even when it's only pain he receives. I like the image of tearing away the darkness. It seems a palpable thing, something he claws at, rips at, hoping to find the One.
Even just for an instant
I want to touch you
Very poignant. It feels like he'd trade everything for the chance to just connect with the One. Just for a second.
I never needed it
That seriously
I don't have an opinion on this phrase. I wish I could comprehend the original language because I suspect there is a layer of meaning in the original language that is either impossible or difficult to translate.
Wake up, Frenzy
Whatever happens is fine
Don’t go easy on me
Just destroy
All those irrefutable predictions
Powerful again. He's calling on that part of himself that just experiences, just feels whatever feeling comes. He doesn't care if it hurts. He doesn't care if it maims him. He doesn't want it to hold back. He wants the full effect, and damn the consequences. He wants to let it roll over him, around him, through him. The last phrase suggests that he hopes that the unchangeable facts of life will be changed. It reminds me of an old Rogers and Hammerstein song "Impossible."
Impossible! Impossible! But the world is full of zanies and fools, who don't believe in sensible rules, and all those 'do's' and 'dilly-I-don't's' keep building up impossible hopes. Impossible things are happening every day. He's hoping that the impossible can be transmuted into possibility.
And then you have the chorus again.
I really liked this one.