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Bear paws and rascal power
Watching us in your garage
Big girl you ate the neighbor
The nova is over
Wake up and play
Balleradio
Make room for Clara's bare feet
The love of a Martian
Tick tock and waiting for the meteor
This clock is opening another door
Lots of love just keep it comin'
Making something out of nothin'
These are the best that I
I don't know how to say
Losin' what I love today
These are the best that I
Lots of love just keep it comin'
Making something out of nothin'
These are the best that I
I don't know what to say
Look at what I lost today
These are the things that I
Blood flowers in the kitchen
Signing off and winding down
The Martian ends her mission
The nova is over
She caught the ball
By the mission bell
Chase lizards bark at donkeys
The love of a Martian
Let's bow our heads
And let the trumpets blow
Our girl is gone
God bless her little soul
She's got sword in case tho this is not her lord in case the one who can't afford to face her image is restored to grace. Disappeared. No trace. Musky tears. Suitcase. The down turn brave little burncub bearcareless turnip snare rampages pitch color pages....down and out but not in Vegas. Disembarks and disengages. No loft. Sweet pink canary cages plummet pop dewskin fortitude for the sniffing black noses that snort and allude to dangling trinkets that mimic the dirt cough go drink its. It's for you. Blue battered naval town slip kisses delivered by duck muscles and bottlenosed grifters arrive in time to catch the late show. It's a beehive barrel race. A shehive stare and chase wasted feature who tried and failed to reach her. Embossed beneath a box in the closet that's lost. The kind that you find when you mind your own mysteries. Shiv sister to the quickness before it blisters into the newmorning milk blanket. Your ilk is funny to the turnstyle touch bunny who's bouquet set a course for bloom without decay. Get you broom and sweep the echoes of yesternights fallen freckles....away...
Watching us in your garage
Big girl you ate the neighbor
The nova is over
Wake up and play
Balleradio
Make room for Clara's bare feet
The love of a Martian
Tick tock and waiting for the meteor
This clock is opening another door
Lots of love just keep it comin'
Making something out of nothin'
These are the best that I
I don't know how to say
Losin' what I love today
These are the best that I
Lots of love just keep it comin'
Making something out of nothin'
These are the best that I
I don't know what to say
Look at what I lost today
These are the things that I
Blood flowers in the kitchen
Signing off and winding down
The Martian ends her mission
The nova is over
She caught the ball
By the mission bell
Chase lizards bark at donkeys
The love of a Martian
Let's bow our heads
And let the trumpets blow
Our girl is gone
God bless her little soul
She's got sword in case tho this is not her lord in case the one who can't afford to face her image is restored to grace. Disappeared. No trace. Musky tears. Suitcase. The down turn brave little burncub bearcareless turnip snare rampages pitch color pages....down and out but not in Vegas. Disembarks and disengages. No loft. Sweet pink canary cages plummet pop dewskin fortitude for the sniffing black noses that snort and allude to dangling trinkets that mimic the dirt cough go drink its. It's for you. Blue battered naval town slip kisses delivered by duck muscles and bottlenosed grifters arrive in time to catch the late show. It's a beehive barrel race. A shehive stare and chase wasted feature who tried and failed to reach her. Embossed beneath a box in the closet that's lost. The kind that you find when you mind your own mysteries. Shiv sister to the quickness before it blisters into the newmorning milk blanket. Your ilk is funny to the turnstyle touch bunny who's bouquet set a course for bloom without decay. Get you broom and sweep the echoes of yesternights fallen freckles....away...
Lyrics submitted by CApe151
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Tick tock and waiting for the meteor
This clock is opening another door
That would be some kind of transition of the human race
Let's bow our heads
And let the trumpets blow
Is also similar to the context or johnny cash's song on the book of revelations
I think it had two meanings, the death of the dog and other stuff :P
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Here's how I feel - Human's are not always there. Dogs are.
"This Martian ends her mission." Dogs certainly do have a mission - a mission to bring love and happiness to their owners.
I love a lot of songs of Red Hot Chili Peppers but last saturday, I listened to it very loud during a party when I was very high, and I had feelings and sensations I've never had before.
The poem makes me think of Burroughs prose. Any of you reads Burroughs? Same kind of theme: pets, space, love and death. Same kind of images and sounds. This is spontaneous subconscious writing. But I'm disappointed to learn that AK didn't write it himself!
there is an interveiw about this song, and anthony and flea are sitting on a couch talking about this song. they bring up the poem at the end and anthony says that they needed something to go at the end of the song, so he pulled the poem out of a book, and it happened to fit perfestly. He does not say anywhere or at any time that he has written that peom. Look up the interveiw on youtube.
"The kind that you find when you mind your own mysteries. Shiv sister to the quickness "
should be
"The kind that you find when you mind you own business. Shift sister to the quickness."
It says to me that Love is the only thing humans can CREATE/make out of nothing and it is now gone.
--Big girl you ate the neighbor = dog bit the neighbor
--Wake up and play = dog is dead, and wont awake to play
--Make room for Clara's bare feet = make room for Clara (flea's daughter) in his heart
--Tick tock and waiting for the meteor = waiting for the death of Martian
--This clock is opening another door = the end of Martian's time is opening another door (heaven?)
--Lots of love just keep it comin' = unconditional dog love
--Making something out of nothin' = making something out of dog's death
--These are the best that I = these are the best memories i have
--I don't know how to say = I dont know how to describe the memories
--Losin' what I love today = losing Martian
--Blood flowers in the kitchen = paw prints of blood (Martian's possibly) on kitchen floor?
--Signing off and winding down = Martian is dying
--The Martian ends her mission = end of Martian's life
--The nova is over = the best times are over
--She caught the ball = Martian caught life/goals
--By the mission bell = Before he died
--Chase lizards bark at donkeys = Martian chased animals
--Let's bow our heads, And let the trumpets blow, Our girl is gone, God bless her little soul = we salute Martian
--Disappeared. No trace. = Gone forever w/o a trace
--Musky tears. = tears of people who loved/knew Martian
--Suitcase. = People that traveled to see him in the end
--down and out but not in Vegas. Disembarks and disengages. No loft. = He's gone and off on a new journey w/ no energy to "loft" or hang on (in the air)
-- Sweet pink canary cages plummet pop dewskin fortitude for the sniffing black noses that snort and allude to dangling trinkets that mimic the dirt cough go drink its. It's for you. = The people cry and sniffle as the dew is fresh on the ground. its all for Martian
--Blue battered naval town slip kisses delivered by duck muscles and bottlenosed grifters arrive in time to catch the late show. = bottlenosed grifters are paparazzi who came to the funeral to see the band members?
--Embossed beneath a box in the closet that's lost. The kind that you find when you mind your own mysteries. = The place after that is hidden from view that you find when you aren't looking for it (when you die)
--Your ilk is funny to the turnstyle = your breed is different from the way of life that spins contiuously.
--touch bunny who's bouquet set a course for bloom without decay. = Martian chased a bunny and caught it. the bunny had set a course to live and grow without dying.
--Get you broom and sweep the echoes of yesternights fallen freckles....away... = Sweep away your sadness and tears