Neither Loose Nor Tight

Seether is
neither
loose nor tight,
Seether is
neither
black nor white.

I tried to keep her on a short leash,
I tried to calm her down.
I tried to ram her into the ground, yeah.

Can't fight the seether
I can't see her 'till I'm foaming at the mouth.

Seether is
neither
big nor small.
Seether is
the center
of it all.

I tried to rock her in my cradle,
I tried to knock her out,
I tried to cram her back in my mouth, yeah.

Keep her down, boiling water,
Keep her down, what a lovely daughter.
Oh, she is not born like other girls,
But I know how to conceive her.
Oh, she may not look like other girls,
But she's a snarl-toothed seether,
Seether!
- Veruca Salt

I always liked the ambiguous malevolence hinted at in this song, hiding behind the poppy vocals. It paints dark, shadowy pictures in my mind - glimpses of a story told by the fleeting sight of dark movements.

But, in reality, the song is about good ol' garden variety Anger.

90's Girl guitar rock: [link]

And completely irrelevantly to this picture, another excellent 90's girl guitar song - The Breeders - CannonBall [link]

Anyway, roll stock credits:

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