There Is No Odyssey, There's No Penelope

So, on the line of Envy On The Coast, and because I feel like blogging more...

I've often pondered the lyrics and other parts of the Envy On The Coast song "I'm Breathing...Are You Breathing Too?" First off, I'm not good with lyrics to start with, so I don't know what this song is saying from the beginning. And after the initial part by the band, there is another part to the song. From what I've read, it is a girl singing a poem Ryan, one of the band members, wrote. But, she sings it in Russian, which explains why I've never understood a word of it. Apparently the poem doesn't make sense in Russian because it is translated directly, but the English version is frightening to say the least. Not to mention the fact that the whole Russian thing makes it even more eerie. I was amazed and freaked out by it. It's posted below, as are the rest of the lyrics of the song, just 'cuz they're great. I'm not quite sure why everyone hates this song. Sure it's confusing, and slightly annoying, semi-pointless and an awful closer for the album...but I like it!

"I'm Breathing...Are You Breathing Too?" Lyrics

There is no odyssey
There's no Penelope
Just maids and suitors
take this gun from me
Let all the angels see
This intoxicated barely breathing
Debauchery

And they all come marching in
With the mass artillery
And they won't consider thee
You're nothing but a
Cocktail hour with an open bar
And the dance floor is
Begging for your feet
And the maids all ruminate
Your intentions dissipate
12 rounds for 12 shots at the bar...
You just had to take.

Poem (I wish I knew it's title)

Celebrate the skeleton
Pull out your hair.
Pull out your hair.
Puke up all your sentiments.
Please don't stare.
Please don't stare.

The owl lost his voice within
He's full of shit.
He's full of shit.
We'll clip his wings and try again.
The vultures spit.
The vultures spit.

This is the year of the skeleton.
This is the year of the skeleton.

Set the bar below your head.
And tax your dreams.
And tax your dreams.
Wrap the bar around your neck.
Hang from your seams.
Hang from your seams.

Feed the leech and nurse her grief.
Now starve your friends.
Now starve your friends.
Eat the owl, salute the thief.
We'll love again.
We'll love again.

This is the year of the skeleton.
This is the year of the skeleton.