All righty then
Picture this if you will
10 to 2 am, X, yogi DMT, and a box of krispy kreme's in my "need to know" pose just outside of area 51, contemplating the whole chosen people thingy when just then a flaming stealth banana split the sky like one would hope but never really expect to see in a place like this. Cutting right angle donuts on a dime and stopping right at my birkinstocks, and me yelping "holy fuckin' shit!"
Then the X file being, looking like some kinda blue green Jackie chan, with Isabella Rossellini lips, and breath that reeked of vanilla chig champa, did a slow mo matrix decent outta the butt end of the banana vessel, and hovered above my bug eyes, my gaping jaw, and my sweaty L. Ron Hubbard upper lip and all I could think was, "I hope uncle martin here doesn't notice that I pissed my fuckin pants!!"
So light in his way, like an apparition, he'd had me crying out...
"Fuck me!
It's gotta be
The dead head
Chemistry
The blotter got right on top o' me
Got me seeing E mutha fuckin T!"
And after calming me down with some orange slices and some fetal spooning, E.T. revealed to me his singular purpose. He said. "you are the chosen one. The one who will deliver the message. A message of hope for those who choose to hear it, and a warning for those who do not." Me! The chosen one. They chose me!!!! And I didn't even graduate from fuckin' high school!!
(You'd better listen)
Then he looked right through me with somniferous almond eyes
Don't even know what that means
Must remember to write it down
This is so real
Like the time Dave floated away
See, my heart is pounding cuz this shit never happens to me.
Can't breathe right now.
It was so real
Like I woke up in Wonderland
All sorta terrifying
I don't wanna be all alone
While I tell this story
And can anyone tell me why y'all sound like peanuts parents?
Will I ever be coming down?
This is so real
Finally it's my lucky day
See, my heart is racing cuz this shit never happens to me
Can't breathe right now.
You believe me don't you?
Please believe what I've just said
See, the dead ain't touring and this wasn't all in my head
See they took me by the hand
And invited me right in
Then they showed me something
I don't even know where to begin
Strapped down to my bed
Feet cold and eyes red
I'm out of my head
Am I alive? Am I dead?
Can't remember what they said
God damn, shit the bed
Overwhelmed as one would be placed in my position
Such a heavy burden now to be the one
Born to bear and bring to all the details of our ending
To write it down for all the world to see
But I forgot my pen
Shit the bed again
Typical
Strapped down to my bed
Feet cold and eyes red
I'm out of my head
Am I alive? Am I dead.
Sunkist and Sudafed
Gyroscopes and infrared
Won't help. I'm brain dead
Can't remember what they said
God damn, shit the bed
Can't remember what they said to me
Can't remember what they said to make me out to be a hero
Can't remember what they said
Bob help me
Can't remember what they said
We don't know and we won't know
God damn shit the bed
Picture this if you will
10 to 2 am, X, yogi DMT, and a box of krispy kreme's in my "need to know" pose just outside of area 51, contemplating the whole chosen people thingy when just then a flaming stealth banana split the sky like one would hope but never really expect to see in a place like this. Cutting right angle donuts on a dime and stopping right at my birkinstocks, and me yelping "holy fuckin' shit!"
Then the X file being, looking like some kinda blue green Jackie chan, with Isabella Rossellini lips, and breath that reeked of vanilla chig champa, did a slow mo matrix decent outta the butt end of the banana vessel, and hovered above my bug eyes, my gaping jaw, and my sweaty L. Ron Hubbard upper lip and all I could think was, "I hope uncle martin here doesn't notice that I pissed my fuckin pants!!"
So light in his way, like an apparition, he'd had me crying out...
"Fuck me!
It's gotta be
The dead head
Chemistry
The blotter got right on top o' me
Got me seeing E mutha fuckin T!"
And after calming me down with some orange slices and some fetal spooning, E.T. revealed to me his singular purpose. He said. "you are the chosen one. The one who will deliver the message. A message of hope for those who choose to hear it, and a warning for those who do not." Me! The chosen one. They chose me!!!! And I didn't even graduate from fuckin' high school!!
(You'd better listen)
Then he looked right through me with somniferous almond eyes
Don't even know what that means
Must remember to write it down
This is so real
Like the time Dave floated away
See, my heart is pounding cuz this shit never happens to me.
Can't breathe right now.
It was so real
Like I woke up in Wonderland
All sorta terrifying
I don't wanna be all alone
While I tell this story
And can anyone tell me why y'all sound like peanuts parents?
Will I ever be coming down?
This is so real
Finally it's my lucky day
See, my heart is racing cuz this shit never happens to me
Can't breathe right now.
You believe me don't you?
Please believe what I've just said
See, the dead ain't touring and this wasn't all in my head
See they took me by the hand
And invited me right in
Then they showed me something
I don't even know where to begin
Strapped down to my bed
Feet cold and eyes red
I'm out of my head
Am I alive? Am I dead?
Can't remember what they said
God damn, shit the bed
Overwhelmed as one would be placed in my position
Such a heavy burden now to be the one
Born to bear and bring to all the details of our ending
To write it down for all the world to see
But I forgot my pen
Shit the bed again
Typical
Strapped down to my bed
Feet cold and eyes red
I'm out of my head
Am I alive? Am I dead.
Sunkist and Sudafed
Gyroscopes and infrared
Won't help. I'm brain dead
Can't remember what they said
God damn, shit the bed
Can't remember what they said to me
Can't remember what they said to make me out to be a hero
Can't remember what they said
Bob help me
Can't remember what they said
We don't know and we won't know
God damn shit the bed
Lyrics submitted by Solarius, edited by Kyralik, merarkil, BrainBaked
Add your thoughts
Log in now to tell us what you think this song means.
Don’t have an account? Create an account with SongMeanings to post comments, submit lyrics, and more. It’s super easy, we promise!
Maybe someone with more experience in natural psychedelics can correct me if I'm wrong, but from what I know psychedelics are all about the death of the ego. I can agree that some people would be more susceptible to becoming narcissists, but for the majority the exact opposite effect is much more common. Selfish desires are dropped, bad habits are seen and easily fixed, and one feels sort of compelled to do good, live simple and try to set a good example for the rest of society.
As far as gibberish or strange thoughts while tripping. Well, it's very similar to dreaming. We all have dreams sometimes where we think of something that just seems so important or mind blowing, then when we wake up we realize it either was a metaphor for something else or was just a random memory concoction. However, this does not mean that all dreams are meaningless. Same principle for psychedelics. Sometimes you might have a strange thought "The banana peel is THE BANANA ARMOR!" But you might also think "Wow, I just realized I've been being an asshole to everyone I come in contact with, because I had this bad experience in my childhood. Hmm, I shouldn't let this weigh me down, I know I can fix this. I can be better!" These sorts of "revelations" can be carried over to sober states.
As far as ideas being genuine or new, no ideas are really genuine. You can say nothing that has not been said before. I don't think this makes our words meaningless. Everything you say and do has an effect, and that effect has an effect, and so on.
Also, I do not believe LSD to be as beneficial as psilocybin. Who knows if the acid you are getting is pure? For most it is almost impossible to know for sure, and this to me seems dangerous. That being said, it could be possible more of the irresponsible type could be attracted to acid. Irresponsible people could be more likely to become narcissists. That's just my opinion. DMT is a whole other territory than either of these.
All of that being said, everyone is different, so it's impossible to tell what kind of reaction or trip one would experience. I do agree there is ignorance in the psychedelic community, just as there is ignorance in every place on this earth. No group is perfect. You should always expect to see the bad side of any sort of people. Religion has shown this very well.
I didn't mean to attempt to negate your comment, I actually believe you interpreted this song very well. I just happened to see it, and would like to give my input concerning psychedelics and narcissism, since I know many people will be reading these sorts of comments and could develop a false sense of how psychedelics work. Go read a hundred psychedelic trip reports, and tell me if you think natural psychedelics breed narcissism. You might find the opposite is true.
Ignorance is a lack of knowledge... a lack of knowledge that you displayed when you made this comment. Alex Grey does the artwork for Tool and was also featured in the film "DMT The Spirit Molecule". Similar artwork from the bands music video "Parabola" was featured on the cover. The film is filled with what you call "psychedelic enthusiasts" including Alex Grey himself, and explores the experience of DMT. It even hypothesis's its experience to be spiritual in nature and has connections to sacred artwork.
So why would Tool make multiple songs (Parabola, Lateralus, Reflection, Rosetta Stoned, etc.) that made fun of the very person who does all the brilliant artwork for the band? Do you know how retarded that sounds? But of course when you lack knowledge and you can't help but express your opinions, you're bound to show the world how stupid you are.
Nature is wise and some humans are and some aren't. Nature offers some plants or natural substances that may enhance or may not our perception and even our consciousness if they're used correctly (sometimes even without the will of use them as they should they can cause some positive effect on anyone).
The key word is IGNORANCE. Ignorance of the people that don't know and don't use any of those substances (natural or sinthetic), just as ignorance of the people that use them.
I think (this is not related to the song or maybe a little) that there's an unespecific path to reach a deeper level of awareness that may help to purify our lifestyles and our minds. This may be achieved with or without the use of any of these substances but they may turn this path a little easier for those who are willing to pay attention instead of using them only for recreation.
Moiraine has very valid points as well. Maynard is not saying that the ideas and revelations that are brought about by drugs are meaningless. It is simply that they are not answers to life that need to be shared with everyone. The person in the story believes that he is "the chosen one." No one is any more chosen to gain knowledge about our existence than anyone else.
I think that Introverse's comments were unnecessary and rude. If that's your opinion then share it, but don't cut other people down. Also, Maynard and all the members of Tool let drugs like acid and DMT heavily influence their art. Maynard is not trying to discredit anyone who allows that to change their thought, and TheJackyl wasn't saying that. He is merely mocking those people who believe that they are special and more gifted than everyone else because of their drug use.
Flawed argument 1 : "Never mind the fact that many, more powerful, minds have been unable to give us definitive answers to these questions".
If every genius has thought "if it were that a brilliant idea, someone else would already have figured it out", then we would still be living in obscurantist stone age
Flawed argument 2
Just because you came up with gibberish doesn't make it a universal rule
Besides, "Tool" basically means drugs (and sex) are a means to unlock the mind, as used in most shamanic cultures. Hence, it's most unlikely that the meaning of this song is : "ah, drugs! they make you see rubbish , a' right!?"
3- btw, you were right about the number 3!, and i'm not (especially) stoned, so ...;p
Snoopy’s brother lives in the desert, right? Right.
You drive out in the desert on three wheels and get a flat tire; how many pancakes does it take to cover his house? None, fish don’t like ice cream.
Shitting the bed isn't a good thing.
But DMT is a very, very good thing.
I don't want people thinking you shit the bed on DMT, because you don't.