He was lying banged and battered, skewered and bleeding
talking crippled on the Cross
Was his mind reeling and heaving hallucinating
fleeing what a loss
The things he hadn't touched or kissed his senses
slowly stripped away
Not like Buddha not like Vishnu
life wouldn't rise through him again
I find it easy to believe
that he might question his beliefs
The beginning of the Last Temptation
Dime Story Mystery
The duality of nature, Godly nature,
human nature splits the soul
Fully human, fully divine and divided
the great immortal soul
Split into pieces, whirling pieces, opposites
attract
From the front, the side, the back
the mind itself attacks
I know the feeling, I know it from before
descartes through Hegel belief is never sure
Dime Store Mystery, Last Temptation
I was sitting drumming thinking thumping pondering
the Mysteries of Life
Outside the city shrieking screaming whispering
the Mysteries of Life
There's a funeral tomorrow
at St. Patrick's the bells will ring for you
Ah, what must you have been thinking
when you realized the time had come for you
I wish I hadn't thrown away my time
on so much Human and so much less Divine
The end of the Last Temptation
The end of a Dime Store Mystery
The song, like the death of Christ to which it refers, doesn't have just one meaning. Rather than providing an answer, the song invites us to ask questions and not to accept just one meaning as the final answer. His reference to the sould of Christ being "fully human [and] fully divine" is a reference to the official Catholic dotrine about Jesus, known as Christology, which was the cause of one of the bloodiest religious wars in history in the 5th century; it is a "right answer" established by the death of thousands. Reed is pointing out what he sees as a paradox: if the "right answer" is really right, and there was division in Christ's soul, then he must have been uncertain of the meaning of his own death, in which case there is no "right answer." If, as Reed suggests, Christ questioned the meaning of his own death, surely it is no impiety for us to question it as well?
As Reed analogizes the death of Christ to the recent death of an acquaintance, he lets the sense of doubt and uncertaintly linger. Reed speculates on the last thoughts of the deceased: "I wish I hadn't thrown away my time/ On so much Human/ And so much less Divine." Are these words the misguided, or perhaps ironic, even sarcastic words of someone who should have lived life to the fullest while he/she still drew breath, instead of wasting real life worrying about a fictional afterlife? Or are they the words of someone who, forced to face their impending mortality for the first time, and fearing a coming Judgement Day, realizes for the first time that life should be lived for a greater purpose instead of frittered away on petty human concerns that mean nothing in this final hour? Reed leaves us to ponder it. The "end of a dime store mystery" leaves us with a mystery that is ended but not solved.