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pterocherubim

from Boy of the Year by MEDUSA

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I make up a lot of words on this album. Pterocherubim is linguistically redundant - ptero meaning ‘winged’ and cherubim already having wings - but I picture a creature whose wings are batlike, unfeathered. Faces and bodies like a sweet angel baby, innocuous, but actually evil. If a cherub is an angel, a pterocherub is a demon. Part cupid, part eldritch horror.

I can explain the Lucifer narrative and mine at the same time, because they’re parallel: others’ perspectives have worn us down. Being seen as inferior, treated like a freak/monster, having to constantly compensate as if existing as an apology…we’re tired.

This song’s themes lie in demons, in two ways. For one, ‘demons’ is a colloquialism we use to describe one’s troubles and addictions. And secondly ‘demons’ abstracted from that, to mean literal pterocherubim assigned to us, tempting us with hedonism and whichever of the Seven Deadly Coping Mechanisms might dull our existential angst. The capital vices to choose from are pride, greed, lust, envy, gluttony, wrath and sloth,

Think of pterocherubim as anti- guardian-angels, whispering: have another drink. Or worse. Don’t eat. Self-pity. Trust us. It will help.

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You don't even trust yourself
Whachu want, whachu want
Whachu want baby
I'm the flesh, I'm the blood
I'm the one, whachu want

I miss feelin excited
Something's gone or something's lost
And I find myself hiding
Something's off or something's wrong
The way the air used to smell
I'd cut my hair and I'd feel new
But now I'm too tired to tell
What I wanna do
What I wanna do

Keep making food
Put it back in the fridge
Because making it scratches the itch
I've got no appetite
You don't wanna see me on a bad day
This is only halfway
Wait until the switch
Clicks

Trust us, trust us
This time's for real
I know how to fix how you feel
Trust us, trust us
This time is different
I can make you happy
Just listen

I could say I wanna do it
Cause I'm going through it
But what does that do
I used to love to turn to it
And use and abuse it
But then I found you

It's funny how the hell
Makes me feel like myself
Makes me feel like myself
Makes me feel like myself
It's funny how the hell
Makes me feel like myself
Makes me feel like myself
I feel like myself

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from Boy of the Year, released March 9, 2020

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MEDUSA Buffalo, New York

Medusa is a "revenge pop" musician based in New York. They're pretty sure they subconsciously stole calling their music "___-pop" from their friend Zand, who coined "ugly-pop," but it's way too late in the game to undo it now.

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