No, we’re not talking about the little people anymore. We’re talking about rock and roll.

Just as Tolkien has his caves, Alice in Chains has their hole. And this time the womanly metaphor is a little more obvious. In the song “Down in a Hole,” the hole is both a womb and a tomb. The man is asking to be buried, “softly.” It’s so sweet, but it’s a trap. He loses himself, but doesn’t know how to escape. Buried alive…

Down In A Hole, Losin’ My Soul
Down In A Hole, Out Of Control
I’d Like To Fly
But My Wings Have Been So Denied

It doesn’t really have to be mysoginistic, though. I have to admit I’ve felt like this in relationships, too, like I became someone I’m not, forgetting who I am, and remembering again, once I’ve freed myself from the trap.

The real trap, though, is feeling like a love relationship can’t be anything but a trap, a loss of self. When it’s right, you could actually find yourself… flying.

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