Things I don't remember
How the hell'd we get here
How the hell did we get here?
Things I don't remember
Dressed up alligator
How the hell'd we get here?
Things I don't remember there was dressed up alligator there was come on the piano, disco dancing neighbors.
who were born in mashed potatoes, caught with my pants down.
hiding in the doghouse, we figured out what we're good for.
youre the sailor and i'm the port
things i dont remember.
we undressed for the the tailor, youre skin was lightly salted. open up a can of loudmouth malted hi fives in your eyes pushed the gas and now im kissing your thighs.
looking for a purpose.
how the helld we get here?
there were things i dont remember.
there was messed up alligator, there was endless conversation. no ones mouths were really moving.
all them dumpsters overflowing
all my
things i dont rembember (xalot)
figured out what im good making anything look better how the hell could i blame her? even then i was a sailor
there were jokes that never land
every hand was tipped and some to the sand
things i dont remember


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    General Commentthis song is about not remembering things
    incuon May 05, 2004   Link
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    General CommentReminds me of that scene from "Fear & Loathing," even has a reference to dressed up alligator, like Thompson's Strap on Tail.
    NeoDeiston January 19, 2006   Link
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    General Commentactually i don't think that this song is funny at all, i find it to be completely depressing.
    sheionizeson September 06, 2010   Link
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    General Commentthings i dont remember

    how the hell'd we get here

    how the hell did we get here?

    things i dont remember

    dressed up alligator

    how the hell'd we get here?



    things i dont remember

    there was dressed up alligator

    there was cum on the piano

    disco dancing neighbors

    who were born in mashed potatoes

    caught with the pants down

    hiding in the doghouse

    figured out what we're good for


    you're the sailor and i'm the port

    things i dont remember

    we undressed for the the tailor

    your skin was lightly salted

    open up a can of loudmouth malted

    hi fives in your eyes

    pushed the gas and now im kissing your thighs

    looking for a purpose

    how the helld we get here?



    there were things i dont remember

    there was messed up alligator

    there were endless conversations

    no ones mouths were really moving

    all them dumpsters overflowing

    all my memos? fell in tensions



    things i dont rembember (20 times??)


    figured out what im good for

    making anything look better

    how the hell could i blame her?

    even then i was a sailor

    there were jokes that never land

    every hand was tipped and some through the sand

    things i dont remember



    they was undress for the tailor

    there are jokes that couldn't land

    they were disco dancing neighbors

    they were born in mashed potoatoes

    there was no telling mortons?



    there was thing i don't remember

    dress up alligators

    how the hell we get here

    how the hell we get here

    sebadoreon March 31, 2003   Link
  • +1
    General Commentjust before the come-down of a bad acid trip
    when everything seems dirty
    and your trying to remember all the things that made soo much since, and the things that made no since at all
    and the things you remember parts of?
    what the hell was i thinking?
    there was a point & meaning to all that?
    but what was it......
    the things we do when were fucked up,
    and how our imagination carries our happiness & fears when we let go for a ride
    enteron January 02, 2005   Link
  • +1
    General CommentTo me this is about thing you dont remember when your born, untill you 2 or so when you start remembering stuff.....
    killsw1tchon April 05, 2006   Link
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    General CommentI think something had to of happened to him growing up. I feel that I relate to this song. I don't think it's meant to be a 'fun' song...
    Physhizzleon April 10, 2008   Link
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    General CommentSometimes i feel like i know exactly what the song means even when I'm not really listing to the lyrics. Music can really link to a variety of some of my most simple or complex feelings or emotions. sometimes so vague that i don't understand.

    This song reminds me of.. things i don't remember. You know how sometimes you have a very strange dream that you can only remember small parts to but not much of anything but you know it was something because you feel so strange afterwards?

    Its those things you understand but your not really sure what or why you understand...?


    It could be a dream or a drug induced fantasy or simply a metaphor of those things that you cant quite grasp. I agree with jumper when he said its just really about what the song means to you. especially this one with its strange vague convoluted lyrics.

    I Looove the live version. love the guitar really sets the mood and i think he really gets the message out better when its just him and his guitar. i feel like i connect with it more in the live version. This is one of those songs where the live version is much better In my opinion :p
    Gritzon February 09, 2010   Link
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    General CommentThere seems to be a tone of regret mixed in with the random drunken buffoonery.
    hiding in the doghouse, we figured out what we're good for.

    figured out what im good making anything look better how the hell could i blame her? even then i was a sailor

    Its no secret that Brock used to do a hell of a lot of drugs. When he quit, he stated that it was "just something I have to stay away from." Thats paraphrased, but still, Ive hung out with plenty of people who have taken drugs past the point of fun, and fallen into a pretty dark place, something that Im guessing Brock could relate to.
    captainyellowshirton April 11, 2010   Link
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    General CommentDead amusing song. A bit of fun I think. Too many big nights, great times and not enough memories to account for them.
    I think it should all be taken with a pinch of salt. Its lyrical tequila.
    Hickon August 09, 2011   Link

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