(alphabetically listed drugs, fade to verse)

I'm going there to give him cash,
Hear him laugh bring him back
If I cant tear down these walls
I'll slip in through the crack
If that crack ain't big enough
I'm sick enough to get committed,
Where he's been I ain't been
Allowed to visit, and I miss him

They put me in a submission hold
Got him living in a hole
Give me the rope, pull it back
Cut him slack he's getting old
It's cold, there's nothing
For his bones..he's shaking
Always put on hold
That prison phone's always taken

They put me on a speaker but
My voice is breaking up
I'd like to think he caught bits and pieces
'fore the gates could shut
RAISE IT UP
Somebody cover me, I'm going in,
With razor cuts,
And something ugly that I know within

Can't afford the luxury
Of exposing everything
But I've been doing the best that I can
I take it day by day
Just one step at a time
And I don't need a sobriety test
To walk the line

Walking on this tightrope
With arms open wide,
Hoping to find you 'live
And well on the other side
So I could give you
This gift as a symbol
When I felt the rope loosen
I knew I missed my window

He really did love you
You know.. pat pat..
I said 'Get your fucking
Hand off my back'
This is my passage into adulthood
And I need not
Small talk fingers fishing
From a weak spot

I used to dream a lot
In search for meaning in a sleepwalk
The only time I find myself
Having a deep talk
And now I never sleep 'cause sleep
Is the cousin of death
One can never rest depending on
How up the drugs get

Upset? submit me to a bloodtest
Find no trace of my words reverting back to
Wait, that wasnt what I meant...
My right eye is sunrise
The left is sunset
The moonshine ain't
Got me drunk yet

My tounge's wet
For the lunar eclipse
And when youre flat broke ain't nothing
You wont do for a fix
It's a beautiful mix
Of Jesus-Juice from my lips
And words that are stuck
So I stirred 'em up with a crucifix

And this is where I found
A friend in Christ
But I also found a few spikes
And I decided to use them
As pegs on my bike
So you could have a place to stand
When I broke you out of that vice
And now I'm going back to rehab

I'm going back to rehab
I'm going back to rehabback to back..going back to rehab...I dont drink though

I'm going back
As a dead again Christian,
With a medicine prescription
The other friend of Bill
Let let let me in
Get me outta this
Hooked up to plugs and wires
While dogs sniff
For a powdered substance

In a town of judgements
With glass house developments
Cookie-cutter Republican
School-book intelligence
They never considered
How just one rock,
Could crack the whole facade
Now they confiscate slingshots

I will not meditate on the sermon
Heaven's gate is burning
So we self-medicate with bourbon
While their collection players
Turn into a purse
I've turned into a second rate person
But I'm not the first

This isnt your typical
Cry for help
I tried to melt, someone stopped
The trickling with a bible belt
Reminded me of tourniquets
And heroin nods
Now that -- that right there?
That's one hell of a God

You cant match magic
With an addict that's got a map and compass
In order to find a substance
And matchstick that functions
A searching and fearless
Immoral inventory
'Til every person with a story
Begins to bore me

I did what I had to do to get
To the place where your face
Wasn't such a blurry mess
I packed all your favorite promises
And words that we kept
You weren't hard to find,
All it took was 13 steps

And now I'm going back to rehab
I'm Going back to rehab
Going back to rehab
Going back to rehab
huh, I don't drink though

Going there to give him cash,
Hear him laugh bring him back
If I cant tear down these walls
I'll slip in through the crack
If that crack ain't big enough
I'm sick enough to get committed,
Where he's been I ain't been
Allowed to visit, and I miss him

Put me in a submission hold
Got him living in a hole
Give me the rope, pull it back
Cut him slack he's getting old
This bitter cold, there's nothing
For his brittle bones..he's shaking
Eternally put on hold
That prison phone's always taken

Put me on a speaker but
My voice is breaking up
Like to think he caught bits and pieces
'fore the gates could shut
RAISE IT UP
Somebody cover me, I'm going in,
With razor cuts,
Something ugly that I know within

Can't afford the luxury
Of exposing everything
But I'm doing the best that I can
I take it day by day
Just one step at a time
And I don't need a sobriety test
To walk the line

(continued alphabetical list of drugs)


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    General CommentAt first I thought this song was supposed to be about Sage's Dad/Grandpa/father-figure, but some of the lines later in the song don't jive with this. I'm not quite sure what Sage's message in this song is supposed to be, but I think it may have something to do with rediscovering God or faith. The last line is particularly indicative of this, as I'm pretty sure that AA and other addiction groups have various steps. Usually one of these steps includes turning to God or something like that. The whole addict/drunk theme is a metaphor for faith. I guess Sage "quit" religion and got clean, but finds himself going back to it like an addict.

    One of the other songs on this album, "Hoofprints in the Sand", has a line about acting different "when there's atheists around", and then later praying "when the chips are down". Also, the "Dead-Again Christian" line in this song has been used several times before in Sage's past songs, which I guess is a good description of his beliefs. My guess is that he bounces back between being a christian and falling out of the faith, over and over.

    I think this song is also a lament for the secularization of society. I think Sage is talking about God himself in the first part of the song, and society's increasing religious apathy has God "living in a hole"; maybe Sage is talking about the whole "God is Dead" thing? I'm not sure, because he does have some pretty cynical things to say about religion in general.

    Overall, this song is amazing.
    Shnakepupon July 15, 2007   Link
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    General CommentI honestly think you're completely off. In an interview Sage mentions something along the lines of sometimes having to get your hands dirty in order to be able to have relations with a person. And in the cd booklet he has a quote about not being able to threaten an alcoholic who has already lost it all. So in other words, I think this song is about having to stoop down to a friend/family member's level in order to be able to see them because they have gotten so caught up in what they do that they have forgotten about you/don't give a fuck anymore. In this case, Sage talks about "getting" in to rehab to see some kind of drug addicted friend. I think this song is possibly directed to his uncle or whoever it is he's talking about in "Crack Pipes" considering crack pipes has a 12 steps reference (AA's program) and this song has a 13 steps reference (possibly some kind of mockery?). And while this song could be a direct reference, I think it's obviously also metaphorical to any mirrored case considering I don't think Sage ever went to rehab (he's a drugless vegetarian).

    As for religion, I don't think Sage has many good things to say about religion. I think he's lost complete touch with Christianity. It seems like he's mocking it in this song talking about how you can't cure an addict with god ("You cant match magic with an addict thats got a mapping compass"). And at his show a few years ago, he brought along Jared Paul who's about the most atheistic person I've ever met (listen to "Jesus in a Bowl of Germs"). I mean for Christ's sake (no pun intended), Sage says "God's a bitch" in A Healthy Distrust.

    Either way, amazingly powerful song which perfectly intertwines "PCP Poetry." I think after a few listens, I found this song even more powerful than "Crack Pipes."
    buspassninjaon September 26, 2007   Link
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    General Commentany idea what the jiberish at the start is meant to mean?

    aurora borialus, beladonna, black dust, fake conavanal.....??
    Nelsonon October 10, 2007   Link
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    General CommentThe "jibberish" is "PCP Poetry" by Bryan Lewis Saunders. You can listen to the full version here:
    myspace.com/…
    He's naming off a bunch of obscure names for drugs, some of them known, but most of them I'll admit to have looked up on urbandictionary.com.
    Like I said earlier, I don't think the song has direct relevance to drugs necessarily, but I think the poetry adds to the metaphor, and more than anything, the way he begins slowly and speeds up alphabetically until the end provides a good intro and a really powerful outro.
    buspassninjaon October 15, 2007   Link
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    General Commenti think it's 'confiscate slingshots' not 'call the ski slingshots'
    Kreegahon November 20, 2007   Link
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    General CommentKreegah is definetly right.
    This is possibly the best Sage song.
    'Human....' is such an album...posibly album of the year after every record Sage betters himself, this is a landmark 'underground' hip-hop album.
    richfrmblackliston December 27, 2007   Link
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    General CommentI think this song is about a friend of Sage's who went to rehab (obviously), but in a lot of rehab places they fill you with Christian ideas and morals (AA does this). And Sage just sees this as a weak substitution, and not really a solution. Such as the line buspassninja brought up of, "You cant match magic with an addict thats got a mapping compass."

    I think Sage sees real human connections as more of a solution than Christianity, and that's sort of the point of this song. Rather than finding a 'friend in Christ' he also finds a few spikes which he uses as bike pegs, like rather than finding some fake idea, he finds real and genuine activities. But a great song.

    I'm not sure about the 13 steps line at the end. I think the friend might have died at some point, and the thirteenth step was a step into death? I'm just guessing here, but the line, "he really did love you, you know.." seems to suggest some funeral type setting.

    Agreed, a great song.
    ajslamkaon January 28, 2008   Link
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    General Comment"13th stepping" refers to going to meetings, (AA/ NA whatever) with the sole intention of hooking up with newcomers.
    jerkjesson May 18, 2008   Link
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    General CommentBeautiful.
    Gangon September 23, 2008   Link
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    General Comment"In order to find a substance and match dick that functions".....
    match stick maybe?

    and jerkjess is right about the 13th step thing. theres also a couple more AA references in there when he says "searching and fearless immoral inventory" which is mocking the step searching and fearless moral inventory. then again when he says "till every person with a story begins to bore me." which is one of the biggest complaints about AA, just how its the same stories over again.
    baker1286on November 09, 2008   Link

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