Hey guys. I hardly ever come to this forum, but I was bored and thought I'd see whats going on. Anyway, a while back I interpreted The Gallery, and I'd like to know what you think of it:
Dark Tranquillity - The Gallery
I believe this song to be sort of a battle with the mind against writers block, or anything that supresses the mind from being creative. The Gallery is the creative part of his mind, and his paintings are metaphors for his creations. (I can't really explain myself better, but I think you'll understand once you check it out).
Come and dance through my vanity's halls
Welcome to my exhibition
Here the writer/artist starts to create something, or at least trys to start, so he goes into his minds "halls", searching for inspiration in the "exhibition".
Ornaments fall
The fate of my art, condemned
And the creative seed
That grows to the tune of the harvest song
Embody my lifelong passion
Intertwine with the structures of my art
Those empty frames staring at me
Now, he realizes that "the frames are empty" and that something is wrong with his Gallery (the creative part of his mind). There is chaos in his Gallery, as the ornaments fall and his art is ruined, and something is wrong with his creativity (seed).
One lonely portrait covers the lovestarved canvas
In honour of the birthless rebellion within me
The only thing left of his Gallery, is a protrait. I think that he is sort of the yearning for creation, so he created a portrait (something that takes skill, yet isn't too creative. It just mirrors real life).
Every picture holds a tale
Every shade tells of a thousand words
Well, this part is pretty self explanitory. It shows the worth of those pictures that he is missing. With each picture that his Gallery is missing, he could create "a thousand words".
The artistry of living chaos
Is pictured in the poets tears
Because everything burns
The final concept
Is all but a thought away
Now, the poet starts to despair and just creating chaos. Meaning, nothing in particular, just chaos. The last two lines show that he can feel that he is capable of creating beauty, and that it is close, but still he is unable.
Be gone, you foul enchantress of decay!
My thoughts and words will come to right
In my chamber where chaos conveys
Kneel down to my desire
Now, the artist is fighting that "foul enchantress" (who can be thought of as writers block, or something of the sort) who is responsible for his inability to create. In other words, he is forcing himself to create - "kneel down..."
He is making "thoughts and words" out of the chaos that was in his Gallery - he is creating beauty.
Deep in the vaults of my carnal agony
Emptiness! Orchestration through colours
Here, through agony, his is creating. Where he says the colors part, he means he is painting, and filling up his Gallery. However, I am having trouble with the Emptiness part. I just think that he means where once was emptiness, now stand his paintings - his creations.
The gallery
To never return to my guidance
Burning my art
Now, he is finished. His works are no longer his own, since he set them out to the world. Now, after all his pain, the works that he created are out of his hands, and now its is up to the world to do with them what it pleases. I think that the last sentence "Burning my art", means that he doesn't get appreciation for his works or the pain he put into making them.
