In his song, "Build God, Then We'll Talk", songwriter Ryan Ross truly outdid himself with satirical brilliance. Shortly before the album was written, he had discovered that his girlfriend was cheating on him, and as such, much of the album's content is a sort of emotional retaliation. Out of all the songs, however, "Build God" is by far the most elegant.
The song itself is quite tragic. The only character with any sort of decency is the narrator, who bitterly laments the darkness of humanity- yet is unable to change anything. The rest of the cast includes an ex-Catholic woman, an unscrupulous lawyer, the wife who feigns ignorance, the constable who discovers the affair, and the resulting child who is given no choice in the matter of existence.
It's these substandard motels on the corner of 4th and Freemont Street
Appealing, only 'cause they're just that un-appealing
Any practiced Catholic would cross themselves upon entering
The rooms have a hint of asbestos and maybe just a dash of formaldehyde
And the habit of decomposing right before your very eyes
Along with the people inside
What a wonderful caracature of intimacy
Inside, what a wonderful caracature of intimacy
Tonight's tenants range from: a lawyer and a virgin
Accessorizing with a rosary tucked inside her lingerie
She's getting a job at the firm come Monday
The Mrs. will stay with the cheating attorney
Moonlighting aside, she really needs his money
Oh, wonderful caricature of intimacy
And not to mention the constable, and his proposition for that "virgin"
Yes, the one the lawyer met with on "strictly business"
As he said to the Mrs: Well only hours before,
After he had left, as she was fixing her face in a compact
There was a terrible crash (there was a terrible crash)
Between her and the badge, she spilled her purse and her bag
And held the "purse" of a different kind-
The one with the people inside
What a wonderful caricature of intimacy
Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy
There are no...
Raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses
It's sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses
The shade of the sheets and before all the stains
And a few more of your least favorite things
As it's fairly obvious what the song is about, I won't bother going into much detail with interpretation. Because of certain lines in the lyrics, it's likely the young woman needed money to support her drug addiction (most notable in this line: "between her and the badge, she spilled her purse and her bag"), but the point is debatable. The best part of the song is, of course, the climax, which beautifully sums up the fall of innocence- by (mis)quoting The Sound of Music, no less.
Yet underlying the story is a tragic theme of defeatism: "It doesn't matter what you do in the end, because you're screwed either way." This is all very well in the name of Art, but is end-all pessimism a thing we should encourage? Are we sure that Art is enough removed from Reality (and vice versa) that it will not taint our opinions of the world?
As a chronic pessimist, I feel partially at blame by encouraging (even admiring!) this type of artistic negativity. However, some hope may be taken in quotes such as this:
"Art does not give real things or imitations of real things. The thing that art gives is strained first through the artist's selections and judgments, and then through the specific techniques with he used to present them. If you are to enjoy an art, you must first accept its terms." -Thomas Hart Benton