12-01-01
Time has been slow in Berkeley...
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the Zero site
1999-2021
by Andy Bloxham
since 7-11-99
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Band: Bad Religion
Song Title: "Infected"
Album: "Stranger Than Fiction"
Release Date: 1994
Record Company: Atlantic Records
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Brett (guitarist for Bad Religion, and writer of the song) explained "Infected" as about an abusive, obsessive relationship between a man and a woman. "I want to drill you like an ocean" is a metaphor for violating an unspoiled woman. In other words, making love to her in a violent or violating fashion, much the way an oil rig "penetrates" the pristine sea. He said this is one of his favorite and most elegant metaphors (because of its brevity) and one of his simplest metaphors from a song that is very important to him.
Clearly Greg (vocalist for Bad Religion) hasn't heard any of this, because during a gig he changed the lyrics to something like: "You're clear, this line doesn't make sense, want to drill you like an ocean, but I don't know what that means, 'cause I didn't write it."
The Infected Live EP CD has The Handshake, Recipe For Hate, Infected, 21st Century..., Struck a Nerve and Stranger than Fiction. These tracks were also released as two singles called Infected 1 and Infected 2. Infected was also the third of a trilogy of muscular singles from Stranger than Fiction; it had the radio edit (3:35) and the LP version (4:08).
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Now here I go,
Hope I don't break down
I won't take anything
I don't need anything
Don't want to exist
I can't persist
Please stop before I do it again
Just talk about nothing
Let's talk about nothing
Let's talk about no one
Please talk about no one, someone, anyone
You and me have a disease
You affect me, you infect me
I'm afflicted, you're addicted
You and me, you and me
I'm on the edge
Get against the wall
I'm so distracted
I love to strike you
Here's my confession
You learned your lesson
Stop me before I do it again
Just talk about nothing
Let's talk about nothing
Let's talk about no one
Please talk about no one, someone, anyone
You're clear, as a heavy lead curtain
Want to drill you, like an ocean
We can work it out
I've been running out
Now I'm running out
Don't be mad about it baby
You and me, you and me
I want to tie you, crucify you
Kneel before you, revile your body
You and me, we're made in heaven
I want to take you, I want to break you
Supplicate you, are incurable
I want to bathe you in holy water
I want to kill you
Upon the alter
You and me, you and me
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