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Blenderhead Lyrics
Flying through a dark prismatic tunnel on a carousel,
the earth is turning and you know it very well, your mind is reeling like ten helicopters wheeling and you're gonna hit the ceiling like a mallet on a bell Hey blenderhead They're starting to ask questions, your transgressions are a danger flashing sign challenge conventions and radiate your splendor and feel those flywheels churn on your blenderhead Tally up the gleaming ventured in a wishing well each shining trinket has a story it can tell your moments pining like those tales all intertwining can become the rusted lining of a deep neglected shell Hey blenderhead, you ask so many questions your confusion's a life-affirming sign break from tradition and carry on with valor and feel those flywheels churn your blenderhead |
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01-26-2006
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12-12-2006
This is another example of how greg graffin can maintain a beautiful rhyme scheme without sacraficing meaning for poetry.
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07-01-2007
Therefore, considering the time period and the author, it could very well be about drugs. However I'm more inclined to think that it's about gaining free thought, especially with lines like, "break with tradition, carry on with valor" and "challenge convention, radiate your splendor"
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10-08-2007
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01-05-2009
typically pot smokers turn into this. start over-analyzing, scrutinizing, and questioning everything, while all the while your just going off the deep end, building a bridge to nowhere, beeting on yur mind every second with yur fist.. In somewhat of a state of delirium. crazy people think everyone else is crazy.
I kinda used to be this way. drawing morals, quotations, and questions on my walls. thinking I was establishing something sterile that could provide me with substance. It doesnt work like that. Little did I know I was just going insane. and I sure as hell did hit the cieling. I went to some bad places.
I was all this song describes and moor. and when I realized Im starting asking too many questions and getting that way, I have to stop myself and think of the ceiling. Its The greatest song ever written.
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