This song seemingly tackles the methods of deception those who manipulate others use to get victims to follow their demands, as well as diverting attention away from important issues. They'll also use it as a means to convince people to hate or kill others by pretending acts of terrorism were committed by the enemy when the acts themselves were done by the masters of control to promote discrimination and hate. It also reinforces the idea that these manipulative forces operate in various locations, infiltrating everyday life without detection, and propagate any and everywhere.
In general, it highlights the danger of hidden agendas, manipulation, and distraction, serving as a critique of those who exploit chaos and confusion to control and gain power, depicting a cautionary tale against falling into their traps. It encourages us to question the narratives presented to us and remain vigilant against manipulation in various parts of society.
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
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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this song is about not remembering things
Reminds me of that scene from "Fear & Loathing," even has a reference to dressed up alligator, like Thompson's Strap on Tail.
actually i don't think that this song is funny at all, i find it to be completely depressing.
things i dont remember<br> how the hell'd we get here<br> how the hell did we get here?<br> things i dont remember <br> dressed up alligator<br> how the hell'd we get here?<p>
things i dont remember <br> there was dressed up alligator<br> there was cum on the piano <br> disco dancing neighbors <br> who were born in mashed potatoes<br> caught with the pants down<br> hiding in the doghouse<br> figured out what we're good for<p> you're the sailor and i'm the port<br> things i dont remember<br> we undressed for the the tailor<br> your skin was lightly salted<br> open up a can of loudmouth malted<br> hi fives in your eyes <br> pushed the gas and now im kissing your thighs<br> looking for a purpose<br> how the helld we get here?<p>
there were things i dont remember<br> there was messed up alligator<br> there were endless conversations<br> no ones mouths were really moving<br> all them dumpsters overflowing<br> all my memos? fell in tensions<p>
things i dont rembember (20 times??) <p> figured out what im good for <br> making anything look better <br> how the hell could i blame her? <br> even then i was a sailor <br> there were jokes that never land<br> every hand was tipped and some through the sand<br> things i dont remember<p>
they was undress for the tailor<br> there are jokes that couldn't land<br> they were disco dancing neighbors<br> they were born in mashed potoatoes<br> there was no telling mortons? <p>
there was thing i don't remember<br> dress up alligators <br> how the hell we get here<br> how the hell we get here<br>
just 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
To me this is about thing you dont remember when your born, untill you 2 or so when you start remembering stuff.....
I 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...
Sometimes 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
There 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.
Dead 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.