So this has been.my favorite song of OTEP's since it came out in 2004, and I always thought it was a song about a child's narrative of suffering in an abusive Christian home. But now that I am revisiting the lyrics, I am seeing something totally new.
This song could be gospel of John but from the perspective of Jesus.
Jesus was NOT having a good time up to and during the crucifixion. Everyone in the known world at the time looked to him with fear, admiration or disgust and he was constantly being asked questions. He spoke in "verses, prophesies and curses". He had made an enemy of the state, and believed the world was increasingly wicked and fallen from grace, or that he was in the "mouth of madness".
The spine of atlas is the structure that allows the titan to hold the world up. Jesus challenged the state and in doing so became a celebrated resistance figure. It also made him public enemy #1.
All of this happened simply because he was doing his thing, not because of any agenda he had or strategy.
And then he gets scourged (storm of thorns)
There are some plot holes here but I think it's an interesting interpretation.
I get high (I get high)
I get high (I get high)
I get high (I get high)
I get high (I get high)
I get high on your memory
High on your memory
High on your memory
I get high, high, high, high (everyday)
I get high, high, high, high (every night)
I get high, high, high, high (all the time)
High
Everyday I need an ounce and a half
SP, the only flow-er that you know with a bounce and a half
Listen kid, I need a mountain of cash
So I can roll up, hop in the whip, and like bounce to the Ave
I get high 'cause I'm in the hood, the guns is around
And take a blunt just to ease the pain that humble me now
And I'd rather roll something up
'Cause if I'm sober dog, I just might flip, grab my guns and hold something up
I get high as a kite, I'm in the zone, all alone, mothafucker case I'm dyin' tonight
So I roll 'em up, back to back, fat as I could
You got beef with Styles P, I come and splatter the hood
I get high, high, high, high (everyday)
I get high, high, high, high (every night)
I get high, high, high, high (I get high on your memory)
(High on your memory, high on your memory) (all the time)
I get high, high, high, high (everyday)
I get high, high, high, high (every night)
I get high, high, high, high (all the time)
I get high, high, high, high
High
Ayo, I smoke like a chimney
Matter fact I, smoke like a gun when a killa see his enemy
I smoke like Bob Marley did
After that, then I smoke like the hippies did, back in the seventies
Spit with the finishing touch, get this that
I'ma finish you before I finish the Dutch
I get high like the birds and the planes
I get high when bullets hit faces after words exchange
I get a rush off the blood on the walls
You understand, like the M5 pedal when it's touchin' the floor
I get high 'cause fuck it, what's better to do?
And I'ma never give a fuck, 'cause I'm better than you
I get high, high, high, high (everyday)
I get high, high, high, high (every night)
I get high, high, high, high (I get high on your memory)
(High on your memory, high on your memory) (all the time)
I get high, high, high, high (everyday)
I get high, high, high, high (every night)
I get high, high, high, high (all the time)
I get high, high, high, high
High
I'ma smoke 'til my lungs collapse
I'm from a era where niggas cause terror over guns and crack
Where a dollar bill is powerful
I smoke weed 'cause time seem precious and I know what an hour do
High for a livin', gots to ride for a livin'
With my real gangsta niggas that'll die for a livin'
Shit, I get as high as I could
'Cause if you see things, like I see things, I'ma die in the hood
Mothafucka understand it's full service for you
I don't smoke the weed if it ain't purple or blue
And you can name any rapper if you want, he can die
This is SP dumpin' in you, bitch, I get high
I get high, high, high, high (everyday)
I get high, high, high, high (every night)
I get high, high, high, high (I get high on your memory)
(High on your memory, high on your memory) (all the time)
I get high, high, high, high (everyday)
I get high, high, high, high (I am the Ghost)
I get high, high, high, high (flow with me)
I get high, high, high, high (I get high on your memory)
(High on your memory, high on your memory)
I get high, high, high, high (I get high on your memory)
I get high, high, high, high (I get high on your memory)
(High on your memory, high on your memory)
I get high, high, high, high
I get high, high, high, high
High
I get high (I get high)
I get high (I get high)
I get high (I get high)
I get high on your memory
High on your memory
High on your memory
I get high, high, high, high (everyday)
I get high, high, high, high (every night)
I get high, high, high, high (all the time)
High
Everyday I need an ounce and a half
SP, the only flow-er that you know with a bounce and a half
Listen kid, I need a mountain of cash
So I can roll up, hop in the whip, and like bounce to the Ave
I get high 'cause I'm in the hood, the guns is around
And take a blunt just to ease the pain that humble me now
And I'd rather roll something up
'Cause if I'm sober dog, I just might flip, grab my guns and hold something up
I get high as a kite, I'm in the zone, all alone, mothafucker case I'm dyin' tonight
So I roll 'em up, back to back, fat as I could
You got beef with Styles P, I come and splatter the hood
I get high, high, high, high (everyday)
I get high, high, high, high (every night)
I get high, high, high, high (I get high on your memory)
(High on your memory, high on your memory) (all the time)
I get high, high, high, high (everyday)
I get high, high, high, high (every night)
I get high, high, high, high (all the time)
I get high, high, high, high
High
Ayo, I smoke like a chimney
Matter fact I, smoke like a gun when a killa see his enemy
I smoke like Bob Marley did
After that, then I smoke like the hippies did, back in the seventies
Spit with the finishing touch, get this that
I'ma finish you before I finish the Dutch
I get high like the birds and the planes
I get high when bullets hit faces after words exchange
I get a rush off the blood on the walls
You understand, like the M5 pedal when it's touchin' the floor
I get high 'cause fuck it, what's better to do?
And I'ma never give a fuck, 'cause I'm better than you
I get high, high, high, high (everyday)
I get high, high, high, high (every night)
I get high, high, high, high (I get high on your memory)
(High on your memory, high on your memory) (all the time)
I get high, high, high, high (everyday)
I get high, high, high, high (every night)
I get high, high, high, high (all the time)
I get high, high, high, high
High
I'ma smoke 'til my lungs collapse
I'm from a era where niggas cause terror over guns and crack
Where a dollar bill is powerful
I smoke weed 'cause time seem precious and I know what an hour do
High for a livin', gots to ride for a livin'
With my real gangsta niggas that'll die for a livin'
Shit, I get as high as I could
'Cause if you see things, like I see things, I'ma die in the hood
Mothafucka understand it's full service for you
I don't smoke the weed if it ain't purple or blue
And you can name any rapper if you want, he can die
This is SP dumpin' in you, bitch, I get high
I get high, high, high, high (everyday)
I get high, high, high, high (every night)
I get high, high, high, high (I get high on your memory)
(High on your memory, high on your memory) (all the time)
I get high, high, high, high (everyday)
I get high, high, high, high (I am the Ghost)
I get high, high, high, high (flow with me)
I get high, high, high, high (I get high on your memory)
(High on your memory, high on your memory)
I get high, high, high, high (I get high on your memory)
I get high, high, high, high (I get high on your memory)
(High on your memory, high on your memory)
I get high, high, high, high
I get high, high, high, high
High
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This song is def a twin to "Unfair" (a song she has been quoted as saying is about falling in love with someone who is already in a relationship) so it is presumably about the same person. Given the references to buying an apartment and not being able to see her love interest "after tonight," it's most likely that she's moving away and she'll "wait a day to break the bad news" (i.e. notifying him that she's leaving once she's already gone).
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Both as a standalone and as part of the DSOTS album, you can take this lyric as read. As a matter of public record, Jourgensen's drug intake was legendary even in the 1980s. By the late 90s, in his own words, he was grappling with massive addiction issues and had lost almost everything: friends, spouse, money and had nearly died more than once. "Dark Side of the Spoon" is a both funny & sad title for an album made by a musical genius who was losing the plot; and this song is a message to his fans & friends saying he knows it. It's painful to listen to so I'm glad the "Keith Richards of industrial metals" wised up and cleaned up. Well done sir.
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Before a live performance on the EP Five Stories Falling, Geoff states “It’s about the last time I went to visit my grandmother in Columbus, and I saw that she was dying and it was the last time I was going to see her. It is about realizing how young you are, but how quickly you can go.”
That’s the thing about Geoff and his sublime poetry, you think it’s about one thing, but really it’s about something entirely different. But the lyrics are still universal and omnipresent, ubiquitous, even. So relatable. That’s one thing I love about this band. I also love their live performances, raw energy and Geoff’s beautiful, imperfectly perfect vocals. His voice soothes my aching soul.
Lmao, this song brings back to many memories. Not just of getting high, just regular times when this song was so played. Good song. Styles P is sicccccccck