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 TITLE: Sympathies with Satan
ARTIST: Vile Hour (N. Fischer & C. Drake)
WRITTEN BY: N. Fischer
GENRE: Alternative rock
LENGTH: 3:51
LABEL: Chaos RecordsSympathies with SatanVile Hour pulls out another gem for their upcoming sophomore album, 'My Phoenixes.' The two previous singles associate this the newly announced album, So Pretty; So Lonely and Like Snakes dealt with personal things in the band's life (the first being the sense of loneliness and depression associated with being famous, and the other being Nichole Fischer's brief relationship with Erica Hess), but this newest single seems to remind the fans of Vile Hour's debut album, where the song's meanings didn't always associate to one thing in the band's life. Sympathies with Satan is less of a story about events, and more of a statement about both Nichole Fischer and Castor Drake's view on the world around them. They start off the song by talking about 'the debt collector' who is coming to break their fingers and cut out their tongues so that they can no longer make their music. Fischer goes on to sing that with her tongue cut out, she'll be forced to just sing "ah-ha-ah-ha-ah / to the top of the pop charts." The whole first verse is a stab at, firstly, the listeners who say that they're too "weird" or "bizarre" to be an enjoyable band. Because the people who listen to music are the people who keep musicians working, if the listeners (or the "debt collector," according to Miss. Fischer's lyrics) don't find Vile Hour's music enjoyable, they would metaphorically break her fingers and cut out her tongue, forcing her not to be able to make music anymore. The last part of the first verse is also a stab at the pop genre of music. Fischer states that with broken fingers and no tongue, she can still make her way to the top of the pop charts, showing how little effort she thinks it takes to be a pop star. She also works in an enjoyable reference to a Simon and Garfunkel song.
Her second verse continues on in this same judgmental attitude as she talks about the Grim Reaper, who is wildly bored and depressed because other people in the world are doing his job for him. This isn't as much of a stab at one single group of people as it is a stab at everybody in the world. After a short scat singing solo, Nichole goes on to sing about Jesus and his second coming, showing not only does she (obviously) have an opinion on the state of religion on the world, but also that she doesn't care that she's probably going to upset some people. She openly calls Jesus a "selfish bastard" for wanting a second coming, but then goes on to make a sexual joke about how "Some of us don't get to come even once." She also mentions a "sealed deal with Satan" to love everybody later in that same verse, and how the Saviour's "fans" avoid her door (talking about Mormons, Jehovah's Witnesses, and any other Christian sect that tends to go door-to-door.) Obviously a stab at the religious people in the word who are hypocritically judgmental, and hate more than they love.
There's another scat singing solo before the song reaches it's last (and probably most offensive, if people were to get offended by this song) verse. It starts off with Nichole saying that the Grim Reaper should kill all of her critics and haters so that she'll never have to stop singing, and then ends with her suggesting that Jesus and Satan should have sex so that they can both see how intolerable they are. Although it's obviously that Nichole has only written lyrics like this to get a rise out of certain people, she also has made her point in the last part of the verse, saying that both sides of the argument (Christians and religious people vs. atheists, agnostics, non-religious people) both have their fair share of people who are annoyingly intolerant and judgmental. The long ends with another scat singing solo, this one much longer. The last line of the song is Nichole softly saying, "Oh..." before the music fades out.
The song starts out with a single guitar strumming before Vile Hour (piano and drums) joins the guitar, all of them playing a fairly upbeat tune together. The upbeat tune starts to slow down and take on a more, slightly depressing, if not ominous tone before Nichole starts singing around a minute into the song. Nichole's voice takes on it's normal, deep, emotional voice throughout the song. The whole song keeps a very slightly ominous, but still rather upbeat tone throughout the whole song, as if Nichole were happy that she's getting to share her opinions about life and the rest of the world, but also rather upset that all of her opinions tend to be negative.See, the debt collector's coming
He's come to break my fingers
So I can't play piano any, any more
And see, the debt collector's coming
He's come to take my tongue
So I can't sing any songs any more
I'll just go, "Ah-ha-ah-ha-ah"
To the top of the pop charts
"Ah-ha-ah-ha-ah"
In your iPods
"Ah-ha-ah"
That's the sound of silence,
Simon and Garfunkel
And see, the Grim Reaper is coming
He's sharpening his scythe
Until he can see his own reflection
And you see, the Grim Reaper is crying
His business is down the drain
Because people can do it so much quicker
And cheaper, and better...
Ba-da-dum-bum, ba-dum, ba-dum
Ba-da-dum-bum, ba-dum, ba-dum
Ba-da-dum-bum, ba-dum, ba-dum
Oh
And Ba-da-dum-bum, ba-dum, ba-dum
Ba-da-dum-bum, ba-dum, ba-dum
Ba-da-dum-bum, ba-dum, ba-dum
Oh
And, you see, our Saviour's second coming
He's such a selfish bastard
Some of us don't even get to come once
And you see, his fans know to avoid my house now
Because I've signed a sealed deal with Satan
To just love everybody that I can
Ba-da-dum-bum, ba-dum, ba-dum
Ba-da-dum-bum, ba-dum, ba-dum
Ba-da-dum-bum, ba-dum, ba-dum
Oh
And Ba-da-dum-bum, ba-dum, ba-dum
Ba-da-dum-bum, ba-dum, ba-dum
Ba-da-dum-bum, ba-dum, ba-dum
Oh
And you see, I think the Grim Reaper should go after
That fucking debt collector
So I can sing whenever I fucking goddamn well please
And our Saviour should just make love to Satan
So both can see that either
Are intolerable
Without the other...
Ba-da-dum-bum, ba-dum, ba-dum
Ba-da-dum-bum, ba-dum, ba-dum
Ba-da-dum-bum, ba-dum, ba-dum
Oh
And Ba-da-dum-bum, ba-dum, ba-dum
Ba-da-dum-bum, ba-dum, ba-dum
Ba-da-dum-bum, ba-dum, ba-dum
Oh
And Ba-da-dum-bum, ba-dum, ba-dum
Ba-da-dum-bum, ba-dum, ba-dum
Ba-da-dum-bum, ba-dum, ba-dum
Oh
And Ba-da-dum-bum, ba-dum, ba-dum
Ba-da-dum-bum, ba-dum, ba-dum
Ba-da-dum-bum, ba-dum, ba-dum
Oh...SOUNDS LIKE:
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