Therapist analyzes the lyrics to Cemetery Gates to discuss how we often want to pass the cemetery gates to connect with those we have lost and share all of the things we left unsaid with them. The hardest part of grief is often passing the cemetery gates and back into real life. This song can help in that process.
sorry , no …holy poop. song came out 1990, july 24th. he was murdered 2004 dec 8. Please research a little more. dime bag is the guitar player in the video honoring himself? AND missed the magic of the song.
I was 18 when my dad died. He was an alchoholic and career felon but i always felt i could fix him. He died fresh out of prison and 20 mins from my house in a car accident. I jammed this song as loud as i could many times to help me through. 38 years later i still cry listening to it, being stripped of the chance to help him. Looking back, there was no helping him, but i would have rather had the chance…
Interesting interpretation, very reliable specially if you listen to the end of the song with Phil and Dimebag basically mirroring each other to go higher and higher and higher together with the singing and the guitar playing, like it was a common voice speaking as one. {I wrote this before you reached that part of the song.}
I’ve been in a live concert of Pantera back in 1998. I was in the front, right under the stage between Phil and Dimebag who was closer to me so much that I could grab in mid air the pick he launched towards us. it was all black with a weed leaf on both side. I kept that as a reliquary for a dozen years before was lost and made me even more sad for his death.
This song definitely helps me to keep him and his brother Vinnie and the band as a whole still close to me. That concert was a one day long God Of Metal, they performed for an entire hour right before Black Sabbath which were celebrating their Reunion. It was hands down the very best moment of my entire 51years long life. Simply unforgettable.
I won’t ever be able to feel fully sad about the loss of Darrel and Vinnie because of that concert, in which Ozzy Osbourne in person, later that night, literally baptized me… yeah he did. He emptied a bucket full a water right over me and my friend who invited me to have that live concert experience, the very first of my life and also the very last because of of special and unrepeatable it felt. Pantera for me will always be a source of gratitude and even joy, because they helped me to battle and win that within rage I’ve felt for so many years till then.
I definitely suffered most for the loss of Chris Cornell and Layne Staley and, even more for Freddie Mercury {I’ve kept crying for a couple of weeks straight} and Jeff Buckley who was like a Dream Brother to me {my mother gave birth to a boy before me and he died after being born for respiratory complications, I particularly suffer for that but he’s actually always by my side, more like a confident and a voice of reason when I’m reaching the depth of my living in pain than just like a guardian angel}.
My pain for Jeff’s loss was, and it is still today, so deep that I’ve literally stopped listening to his records because of how hard for me is to hear his voice. The true voice of an angel, his was!
I’ve never heard him singing again at all after so many years by now, exactly since the day after a special commemoration we as the Official Italian Fan Club had in Milan just a few weeks after his tragic death while he was swimming with all clothes on which made him sink into the sea. During that night of commemoration we talked about him while watching his live performances together, a couple Italian singers who were there to grief with us even did play a couple of his songs just by voice and acoustic guitar then we read all together a letter his mother had handwritten to us. It was emotionally intense, never recovered from then but it’s ok. Not all the pain and grief is bad if it’s a connection through memory with the ones we’ve loved and lost.
my hardest moment in life was telling the doctor to pull the plug on my dad when he was on life support. we would always talk about it, so i dont know why it was so hard to adhere to his wishes. my mom totally lost it but i had to be her rock. i couldn’t let he see me lose my shit as well.
Good reaction and good advice. I would like to request a reaction. The song is a new song by Jinjer called Kafka which uses some of the sentiments of a Kafka novel to express the feelings of an artist in this day and age. If you do it try to find the description of what the song is about from Tatiana the singer as a good background.
