The Black Parade is Dead. Long live the black parade.
the endless yearning for a beloved aesthetic tied to the past, to the point of militant devotion to it is a dangerous horrible thing. Long live the black parade.
When you're broken and defeated, your weary widow marches on. Long live the black parade.
"Welcome to the black parade", and the album as a whole are permeated with this anger at the idea of idle mourning, of idolizing your memory while you're still breathing, of the terrible torture of becoming something detested, or worse, revered in memory.
I think the themes of the announcement video are obvious enough. This, this is what happens when you're dead, and they carry on. when that which is dead becomes an icon to be worshipped. "Long Live" The Black Parade...
At WWWY on the reunion tour, MCR made a statement about the constant pointless drudging up of dead albums, and bands with nothing left to say. A statement about why the "glory days" had to end. I think this tour's title is a similar statement.
When you become violently devoted to a thing past the time of its death, this is what happens. The Black Parade died... but here it is. here it breathes again, a wicked horrible weapon.
See the man who stands upon the hill. He dreams of all the battles won.
Take his body as a relic to be canonized
"Long Live" The Black Parade.
