Gingerale Afternoon (The Astrology of a Saturday) Lyrics

I've seen sunrise the size of my head
It freaks you up like ghouls from the dead
I feel like I'm ready to run through your room
It's going to be another gingerale afternoon

I've seen sunrise the size of my head
It freaks you up like ghouls from the dead
I feel like I'm ready to run through your room
It's going to be another gingerale afternoon

Afternoon, afternoon, afternoon, afternoon

And I'm feeling like I'm leaving much too soon
And I'm feeling like I'm leaving much too soon

Got a pocket full of capsules and some strawberry ice cream
Both make me cool but one makes me dream
I feel like I'm ready to run through your room
It's going to be another gingerale afternoon

Afternoon, afternoon, afternoon, afternoon

And I'm feeling like I'm leaving much too soon
And I'm feeling like I'm leaving much too soon
And I'm feeling like I'm leaving much too soon
And I'm feeling like I'm leaving much too soon
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Cover art for Gingerale Afternoon (The Astrology of a Saturday) lyrics by Flaming Lips, The

Its not entirely about drugs, of course. It makes me think of the times when I first started doing drugs, and it would always be my best buddy and I getting high at his house, in his room, in summer, with his mom at work. Then we'd get out and roam the neighborhood, eating at burger king. Whole song gives off this nostalgic feel like thinking back to those days does. 'Gingerale afternoon' is just so perfect sounding a label for those kinds of days.

Cover art for Gingerale Afternoon (The Astrology of a Saturday) lyrics by Flaming Lips, The

I hate it when people say this, but... It's, eh, rather blatantly tied in with drug use. The term "gingerale afternoon" often has to do with acid, he mentions racing through a room, capsules making him dream, etc.

Nevertheless, It's not entirely about drugs by any means. Just an addition.

Cover art for Gingerale Afternoon (The Astrology of a Saturday) lyrics by Flaming Lips, The

ah, whoops. Its strawberry ice cream, not chocolate.

 
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