Sunday, March 13, 2005

Song Memory #1

White Rabbit by Jefferson Airplane

Sitting in my room with my pseudo-sister, age 16. All the lights are off and candles are lit all over the room. Everyone else in my house is sleeping. We are listening to White Rabbit and partaking in mother nature's finest, aka marijuana. I have both windows in my room wide open so that the smoke mostly goes outside, but just in case it doesn't, we have a towel stuffed under the bedroom door and incense burning. Talking about our parents and how they have failed us so far, talking about boys and wondering why they are so clueless, talking about the apartment we are going to have as soon as we are old enough to sign a lease, talking about how we should have been born sisters, talking about all of the great adventures yet to come, talking about how lame school is and how we are able to maintain nearly straight As while only attending class 50% of the time.

Oh to be 16 again!

One pill makes you larger and one pill makes you small
And the ones that mother gives you don't do anything at all
Go ask Alice when she's ten feet tall
And if you go chasing rabbits and you know you're going to fall.
Tell 'em a hookah-smoking caterpillar has given you the call

Go ask Alice when she's just small.

When men on the chessboard get up and tell you where to go...
And you've just have some kind of mushroom and your mind is moving low.

Go ask Alice I think she'll know
When logic and proportion have fallenly dead.
And the white knight is talking backwards and the red queen's off with her head
Remember what the dormouse said

Feed your head


At 3:00 PM, Blogger cackmandu said...

Thanks for taking us down memory lane with you.

At 3:17 PM, Blogger Mel said...

Great post. I can even smell the smoke. (Betcha didn't know I'd be able to recognize it, huh?) ;)

At 12:07 PM, Blogger Tina said...

It's amazing what a song can bring back! When I listen to classic rock, I remember old friends, boyfriends, exact sights, smells...not the same as yours ;)...and situations.


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