Fumes Lyrics
"You ain't shit man, your story's a joke
You should package it with a last smoke and six feet of rope."
Stay awake little misfit
Her lips wet a very particular mischief
Sis' wiggle an index, if your limbs let
Or settle for a warm, burgundy bubble out of her beak instead
Hey, tequila to free the worm
Had his liver scuba suit up on the Sabbath
His personal pill rabbit
At the hole's end her delicate mitten tipped
For sticking pissy liquor in him every day at six
Silly, predictability is a bitch
Fully patterned, had her awkwardly christening the small talk chalk board
She said, "This is less of a fixer-upper than my last bar."
"Funny, you're less of a fixer-upper than my last whore."
Crass is Similac to the milky wit of today's youths
Both chuckle out
Next couple on the house
Next couple on the couch
Swapping social coma rants
Phobias and soldier doubts, jokes and corporate mogul bans
Motor-mouths
The key to open his closure:
Pussy plus yay; she hid in a broken toaster
And later wake neighbors over chemical flavor to fuck sickly
Tooth, nail beauty through the skin deep
An object at rest tends to remain at rest
And an object in motion tends to remain in motion
With the same speed... slow down
With the same speed... slow down
With the same speed... slow down
And in the same direction
Down... down... down...
Now the dizziness is similar to whimsy with a pretty twist
If pretty is a bidding war for meteors of iffy sniff
And cigarettes, and pills on a speaker
Silhouetted by the muted television and the rickety Venetians
Between tweaks, he sweeps at home depot and reads
Mostly biblical, but not 'cause he believed
But found the lexicon of Jesus-heavy literature fly
Feverishly sponged up the information high
Fade into the cradle of his same deck train wreck
She pet him with a mechanical tape deck play back
Plus, the depressing sum of the two combined pay checks
Stung less when little Debbie D-cup put her legs back
Drunk, put her on the business-end of his favorite couplet from Corinthians
Sunk into the comforts of a kid again
Enough to share the stuff that truly interest him
This is where the vision of a shiny, happy Christmas end
Tipsy little princess wasn't listening, just yes-ing him
The more she fed him "yes", the more he fed her fresh barbiturates
Assuming it was them against the world into oblivion
But he was just a stupid simian that her live with him
An object at rest tends to remain at rest
And an object in motion tends to remain in motion
With the same speed... slow down
With the same speed... slow down
With the same speed... slow down
And in the same direction
Down... down... down...
Pirouetting madly on a mirror full of baggies
In the valley of the irritable Aggie
Any sincerity, miracles, or memory buried in the back-seat
By the hazardous materials was seriously gasping
Here he is in action trying to patch up the attraction
Figured he would win her back if he act in a common passion
Penned a couple chapters 'bout a sassy pair of magnets
With a cottage on a hill and a picket fence and a marriage
Never having gathered her rabid enthusiasm over language
Was fashioned around the aspirin in his cabinets
Asked her to read it expecting flattery after the fact
This is an exact imitation of how she react:
"You ain't shit man, your story's a joke
You should package it with a last smoke and six feet of rope."
Man she knows five chores, more coke, and all fours
Said, "Leave me on the floor and leave the dope by the door."
Bounced all shook up, she cook up aluminum
Consuming every skull and crossbones in the room
In under two minutes, he fuming with a flipped lid, stormed into the crib
And found her body on the tiles like, "No she didn't!", yes she did
Stay awake little misfit
Her lips wet a very particular mischief
Sis' wiggle an index, if your limbs let
Or settle for a warm burgundy bubble out of her beak instead
An object at rest tends to remain at rest
And an object in motion tends to remain in motion
With the same speed... slow down
With the same speed... slow down
With the same speed... slow down
And in the same direction
Down... down... down...
I really love this song. The subject is quite easier to follow than most Aesop songs, yet the poetry in it is still quite deep.
It's obviously the story of a couple misguided souls. The female is nihilistic and lost.. The male is misguided and naiive. With the metaphor of Newton's laws, the male figure is spiritually not at rest while the female figure is. She clings to him and uses him and pretends like she cares about his passions, but really she could care less, she's just on her way to death and knows it. He's an introverted fellow, a bit in his own head so he doesn't see her for who she really is and their lives for heading in the direction they really are... He's abusing drugs and destroying himself much like she is, but spiritually he still has hopes and dreams... And he naiively shares them with her with his story of a life together.
She responds with "You ain't shit man, your story's a joke, you should package it with a last rope and six feet of rope."
Which seems cruel. And it is and it isn't.. She's spelling out the harsh truth for him. Hitting him over the head with a clue bat, which is maybe tough love - rather than cruelty. Your story is a joke. Look at yourself! Getting drunk and high! If you took all your hopes and dreams... packaged them (in a grave) with a last smoke and 6 feet of rope. The metaphor is powerful. The hopes are hopeless - without even the gumption to put down the last smoke and climb up out of its grave.
She then proceeds to prove her point as he's out of the house trying to deal with this reality... She chooses death.
I'm pretty sure this song is about a fucked up couple just staying together for sex and drugs. In the end, she overdoses and dies, and in the same direction down... down... down.
Yup, I'm thinkin' you pretty much nailed it. Great song =)
I think you guys pretty much got it but I think that adding on to it could be more than just one couple it could be a generalization for a lot of couples just staying together for drugs sex and money and more abstract in the idea that it could be about most of society's marriage using drugs and sex to stay together when he says slow down he also means society needs to slow down too