You never used to care for fancy new obsessions You never used to have a reason to be bored Now you indulge yourself with new ways of possession Now you indulge yourself and your feelings are ignored And you're coloring your life with too much spice
There was a time, there was a place, there was a reason There was a situation comfortable for you You've tasted everything in this here bag of season But now you're bored and you've run out of things to do And you're coloring your life with too much spice
You don't see anything your eyes are so revealing They're sharply focused on looking for a thrill You've turned so numb you never notice any feeling Your thoughts are dead and you've still got some time to kill And you're coloring your life with too much spice
THE ONLY OTHER INTERPRETATION IS LIKE, A DISTRAUGHT ITALIAN HAVING A MID LIFE CRISIS IN HIS ITALIANO RESTORANTE AND IS SO DEPRESSED AND DISTRACTED HE ACCIDENTLY OVER SEASONS HIS FOOD
Are you really only familiar with two possible connotations for "spice" or is this a joke
It's a joke.
I know salvia, weed laced with pcp, and dmt were all slangs for spice back then when they made that song. Also heroin I think. Probably a soup du jour of heroin and designer drugs
I know salvia, weed laced with pcp, and dmt were all slangs for spice back then when they made that song. Also heroin I think. Probably a soup du jour of heroin and designer drugs
I actually listened to Zen arcade for the first time in eleven years a few days ago. It was amazing. I once got pulled over by a cop and he let me go after asking about my bumper sticker "what would husker du?"
LOOOL. Man zen arcade was my shit when I was in 7th grade, met up with my old bud from like grade school, and hung out with this brazilian kid who had no friends and just moved from brazil, who knew hella martial arts and was the most down to earth person that I knew at that school, no kidding. We were inspired to be greasers because of reading The Outsiders and shit, that was when I was into some drugs but kept it on the DL and shit, concerta, adderall, and benzos. Thats it, worked well. We'd walk around town, and thats when the green day trilogy was released, it was amazing and we listened to it, thin lizzy, the ramones, the doors and had greased hair and leather jackets.
Well me and my old friend Ray basically became best friends for so long, atleast until like a year ago when we just stopped talking to eachother, but he was kinda poor and I'm middle class but I liked chilling at his place because it seemed more "real". My family just seemed and seems like an empty broken home. His dads dead and his mom is a recovering alcoholic and opiate doctor shopper but we actually smoked weed with her and she liked me because we would talk about drug struggles.
Anyway Zen Arcade was my anthem for that whole time. The album cover is what always brings me back, me and Ray would walk around the rough parts of his town in the abandoned parkinglots, and all the buildings that looked like they were from the 60s and the whole atmosphere was just, alot better than today's mcdonalds salon boutiques, gold sellers, walmarts and third wave feminism induced building logos and font formatting and color choices.
Anyways , here is a movie me and him made when we were are in our greaser/whatevers phase
tl;dr me, friend and brazilian kid walked around and zen arcade reminds me of walking around
