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Song Info
Genre
Charts
#10,960 today
Peak #175
#2,446 in subgenre
Peak #27
Author
Robert Cole Jensen
Rights
2007
Uploaded
August 30, 2007
Track Files
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MP3 7.1 MB • 128 kbps • 7:47
Story behind the song
Define it yourself.
Lyrics
So one day I was walking alone in the park with a slight cold and a Benadryl buzz that made my stomach drop out like a roller coaster with each cacophonic footstep on dying brown grass. The skies were clear and the sun beat down in waves, dripping down my back like an old wax sculpture melting into the marble. I trudged and stumbled my way through the dyphenhydramine haze, not going anywhere in particular, but still with a sense of task and purpose; doing everything and nothing at the same time. After a few moments, my walk carried me to a curious sight: Not two paces to the north, there was a perfect circle of bright green grass sprinkled over with a frosting of flowers and clouds of fat bumblebees, all just sitting there in the middle of the dead brown wasteland, smiling up at me.
And it was then that I said:
What are you
playing at?
Smiling girl,
wipe it off your back.
As I looked into the smiling face of the green grassy circle, I suddenly felt a strong urge to throw myself into its gaping grin and roll around with the bumblebees, getting drunk in the sugary vice of copulating stamens and pistils. I longed to unclog my nose with the smell of orgasming dasies, the desire was getting too strong to bear, and it was then that I made up my mind to enter the oasis. Jumping carelessly into the very center of the bold arc, I was puzzled when my feet touched nothing but air, and I fell through the grass, down and down and down; and back. Oddly, the roller coasters in my stomach ceased completely rather then accelerating as a typical fall, allowing me to float in comfortable contemplation of what lay below the endless blades of cool grass that tickled my skin along with the green wind, that took me down and down and down; and back.
And it was then that I said:
What are you
playing at?
Smiling girl,
wipe it off your back.
Gradually, the grass peeled away and opened up a panorama that my own two eyes could not believe. I was falling towards a sea of every human being I'd seen in my life, all of their faces turned towards me against a backdrop of pulsing puce sky, each of them smiling. I could feel all of their loves and their dreams pushing out of every pore, basking me in a heat both more intense and far more likeable then the sun up above. Then, without warning, the faces turned away revealing cold, scarred backs with all of the slander and hate of humankind stabbing and slicing into the air. I tried to cover my face, but the blades cut through my hands and ripped all my loves and dreams from my skin, leaving an empty shell of a man behind. As the angry swarm of backs marched away, the last thing I can remember seeing was a single face turned towards me, cut and bleeding from the backs, smiling and calling out "Don't let it get you down, man, you'll just keep going down and down and down; and back".
And it was then that I said...it was then, that I said absolutely nothing, for I was lying dead in a patch of green grass in the park, stung in the face by thousands of bumblebees, smiling like a loon.
