Meg & Dia: Monster Meaning
Song Released: 2006
Monster Lyrics
Love Me. Love Me.
That's all I ask for.
Love Me. Love Me.
He battered his tiny fists to feel something.
Wondered what it's like to touch and feel something.
Monster.
How should I feel?
Creatures lie here.
Looking...
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I think this song has a lot more depth and meaning than anyone has guessed...
His little whispers
"Love me... Love me
That's all I ask for
Love me... Love me"
Well, yeah, everyone knows this part is about the little boy wanting love, when he's not getting any.
He battered his tiny fist to feel something
Wondered what it's like to touch and feel something
I think this means he's hurting himself to try to escape the numbness. Obviously he can touch and feel objects, but the song means emotionally. He can maybe just brush against human emotion, but he's never truly been able to grasp it. Never been able examine his emotions, to feel anything other than hollowness.
Monster
How should I feel?
This means he doesn't know how to feel anymore because he can't. He's maybe calling himself a monster, despite what the story says, because he knows he's strangley different from everyone else in a bad way. Maybe he's watched horror movies that have that little love twist in them, with the monster killing people who love each other, and he maybe feels that he destroyed whatever his mom and dad had before he was born.
Creatures lie here
Looking through the window
This means that the creatures, who are the ghosts of his past, are still haunting him today. They lie inside him, and he keeps seeing them 'through the window,' or they keep showing up in his mind. He can never escape his past because it's imbedded in his brain, leering in at him with glowing red eyes.
That night he caged her
Bruised and broke her
He struggled closer
And then he stole her
This could be a flashback of how his mother became pregnant with him, or he figured that must be how things work (sex= love) so he did that too, raped a girl to try to find love. His struggling closer (she's fighting back) could be when he did the next part:
Violet wrists and then her ankles
Silent pain
He tied her tightly, so that it bruised her painfully. He probably put duckt tape over her mouth or something so that she couldn't scream.
Then he slowly saw their nightmares were his dreams
Could mean he raped a lot of girls, considering the use of the word "their." But he dreams about having someone to love, to have emotion, but realizes this was totally the wrong way. This is what girls dreaded, this was not love. He could never understand love.
I will
Hear their voices
He keeps hearing the girl's screams before he taped their mouths, hearing his parents screaming at him, hearing himself screaming in pain.
I'm a glass child
Many people think this means emotionally delicate... I don't. I think it's simpler than that. This IS a deep song, but not everything about it is necessarily at the bottom of the ocean. I think it means he's literally a child from glass- a glass bottle. He was conceived through alcohol. Not through love. So nothing about him is love- no love in his life at all, whatsoever.
This could mean that he's transparent as well. People have hearts, feelings, but he doesn't- he's just empty.
I am Hanna's regrets
He's the personified regrets of his mother, who wishes she hadn't met his dad (and made the mistake of sex, thinking he loved her when he didn't), hadn't gone to that party (they both got drunk and acted on impulse), hadn't been walking home alone in the dark (she was walking alone and the drunk guy raped her)... However it was that she became pregnant. She regrets it, and she regrets him, and therefore does not love him.
Turn the sheets down
Murder ears with pillow lace
He remembers hiding in his bed with the pillows pressed to his ears, trying to drown out the sounds of his parents fighting.
There's bath tubs
Full of glow flies
Bathe in kerosene
He's filled the bath tub with kerosene, bathed in it, and he caught on fire (that's the glow flies he thinks he sees, even though it's really himself.)
Their words tattooed in his veins
He's dying, and it's their fault- not his own. His death is marked with the people he's hurt and the people who have hurt him, permanently embedded in him (tattoos are permanent). He might be dead, but THEY killed him. His parents.
His blood stained on them, like tattoos stained on skin.
WELL- this is just what I think... Love this song ;)
xxSilverWings (on youtube) -
This song is actually based on the character Cathy from the book East of Eden. It is one of Meg and Dia's favorite books.
I think they may have wrote the short story from inspiration from the book, and same with the song.
If you read East of Eden, you will see the the similarities between the lyrics and Cathy's abusive relationship with her husband. -
Tbh i think its about a mother and father who have a child that they never planned for and don't want, the father is abusive to the mother and once the child is born the mother stops getting abused as much because some of the abuse turns to the child, who they call monster, he gets locked in his room and can't get out till they decide. The father and mother drink also. After the twenty years the child is grown up, and has never been taught what is right and wrong and has never felt any sort of emotion for another person, i think it tells you that he is very confused and rapes a woman in the street and runs straight home, feels a horrible feeling for what he has done, an emotion for another person for the first time and fills a bath full of kerosine, not wanting to live anymore
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He was shown no love, therefore he felt none.
He did not know what he was doing. He didn't understand what he had done.
All he knew was that it hurt someone.
He didn't want to hurt people. He didn't mean to.
So he bathed in kerosene.
He died because he was so abused, hated, and forgotten. -
I think the song is about a couple that might have once been in love. They had a kid and for some reason, the husband became abusive. The husband would beat his wife and kid and all the kid learns in his life is pain leaving him numb and emotionless. The kid grows up and is an outcast(Probably because he ascts different becasue of the abuse) And avoids everyone around him. He desires to love and ends up raping a girl. believing he is a monster, he kills himself.
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I believe this song/short story is about; Hannah (the mother of Henry) gets abused by Sir (Henry's father) as does Henry. Hannah believes that the abuse is Henry's fault and so Henry refers to himself as a "glass child". Twenty years later Henry is a disturbed adult/writer and one day, while asking a girl for directions, rapes her. After leaving the rape scene he commits suicide by pouring Kerosene into his bathtub and putting the broken lamp light bulb into the bathtub as well.
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i think of the song as symbolism of rape, disrespect, abuse, and deep outragious hurt! there is a million people out there that get hurt everyday by parents. that it resembles how bad the outcome and result becomes! the only regrets is that somehow, you got put in the wrong family by God! (but God does everything for a reason!)
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This song is about a boy who grows up abused then rapes 'Hannah' and kills her. The young girl is singing about the boy. I know this is true on account I have asked around and this is what came back the most.
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i think it about a father that abuses his daughter and watches her all the time. her mom has died and she thinks it her fault, and ends up killing her
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This song is about a boy who was raised with horrible parents.(Hannah and Sir) Then when he grew up and went to college, his childhood stayed with him and made him very emotionless. He wished to feel love but was scared so one day he was overwhelmed and raped a girl and afterwards felt emotion: Guilt. :D Detailed enough?
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The girl Hannah is a victem of rape and she got pregnant from the rape and had her rapist's child/children (Hannah may be Meg & Dia's mother) and hated them and they found out.
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Here is what the song is about.
It was written by Dia on their myspace.
The couch. Always behind the couch. Under the table. The closet under the stairs. Three places to run. Three places to hide. Every time their voices would rise I would run to the closest sanctuary and thank God I was small enough to fit. Those voices that ran across each corner of the room seemed to reverberate off my very skin. Dad. He told me to call him Sir. Never Dad. Mom. She told me to call her Hannah. She was so pretty when she slept. She was so pretty when she was happy. Now, her body of twenty years was old. Tired from no sleep, breaking from fingertips pressed into her sides, and boiling with too hard of liquor for her fragile, porcelain outline.
After every uproar, every tear by her, and every empty bottle by him they would come looking. Her, happy to see him turn his malice towards me. Him, happy to turn his malice away from himself. I was the six year old pathetic coward.
Sir, I would say.
My eyes would wander to Hannah with frightened curiosity.
What had I done?
I called him sir. I called her Hannah.
They called me Henry at school.
They called me Henry at church.
They called me Monster at home.
After black, they would confine me to my room. A tiny room with one window, where their words said minutes earlier would form long sentences and wrap around in a circle above my head like those music boxes loving mothers would clip to the sides of their infants cribs. I hated my room. I hated the dark. They knew it, too, and took pleasure in locking me in. Locking me in where they could get me.
Dear Reader: Please note, if you ever were a six year old child, remember what it was like to lay in bed and imagine that loud heartbeat pulsing thick from underneath your mattress. Remember that hand that hovered over your face once you closed your eyes. Remember that loud breathing that resided around your open window. The creatures. That white little girl that crawled towards you in the night, hair hanging around the neck, fingers outstretched To a child it is horrid. To an adult, it is a memory that most barely ever remember.
Twenty years later.
I didn't understand love. I didn't understand human connection. I only understood the weather: constantly changing. I understood change. I didn't understand safety, or any emotion, be it love, or hate, that could be unconditional.
I was at my second year of college. I was striving to be a writer. I didn't trust the crowds. I would go to my apartment, sit at my small desk I had gotten at a garage sale, and stay there for hours with my books, my papers, and a bottle of brandy. Then the day would end, and Id get ready for the next.
I slept with the lights on.
Always.
I didn't want many things, but every once in a while, I hate to admit, I would want to feel that popular emotion I had read about in so many books: love. I was scared to administer it myself. I was scared to feel for another person.
So things happened.
On the walk to my apartment I saw a girl in a red sweater. I pardoned her and asked her if she knew were Rebecca street was. She looked at me in a funny way, paused, and turned her back to me. My hands ran to her shoulders, my lips to her neck. Hard fingers, hard hands.her soft hair, thin ankles.
I ran off, leaving the crème skinned girl crying at her violette bruises left in patches under her sweater and skirt.
I had been born of glass but now I only felt apathy. No regrets, but still, that hard human pain that is there when you know you have done a terrible trespass.
I went back to my apartment. I turned all the lights on and opened the window. The night was calm and beautiful. The wind brought in glow flies by the dozen. They did not bother me like they did to most locals here. They brought light and company and I loved them with all my heart. I broke the lamps and poured the liquid into the bath tub. Small shards of porcelain glass managed to mix in with the water as well, that was now pouring from the faucet. I added the remaining kerosene I kept under my sink and by my desk which I had used as a denaturant for my alcohol.
Maybe it would have the same effect on me.. -
Even though you guys are right, What I FIRST, FIRST thought of this was, Because of the line "I am Hannah's regrets!" I thought it was supposed to be like the girl singing was "Hannah"'s accidental child, through rape. I figured that she was upset at her "father" for... Well, you know, raping her mother, and therefor "How should I feel!?"
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NO NO NO AND NO!! The story goes like this.....there was a child who was called "monster" by his parents. He was forced to call his mother Hannah. One day he rapes a girl and then kills himself because of guilt....go look it up in their myspace blog.
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Here's what I think it's about: A guy rapes a girl (That night he caged her.Bruised and broke her.He struggled closer. Then he stole her.Violet wrists and then her ankles.), murders her,(Turn the sheets down.Murder ears with pillow lace.) and then kills himself (There's bath tubs.Full of glow flies.Bathe in kerosene.Their words tattoed in his veins.)
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