Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rosetta Stoned , by -Release date: 01.05.2006
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Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rosetta Stoned , by -Rosetta Stoned |
| Alright then, picture this if you will: |
| 10 to 2 AM, X, Yogi DMT, and a box of Krispy Kremes, in my "need to know" pose, just outside of Area 51. |
| Contemplating the whole "chosen people" thing with just a flaming stealth banana split the sky like one would hope but never really expect to see in a place like this. |
| Cutting right angle donuts on a dime and stopping right at my Birkenstocks, and me yelping... |
| Holy fucking shit! |
| Then the X-Files being, looking like some kind of blue-green Jackie Chan with Isabella Rossellini lips and breath that reeked of vanilla Chig Champa, |
| Did a slow-mo Matrix descent out of the butt end of the banana vessel and hovered above my bug-eyes, my gaping jaw, and my sweaty L. Ron Hubbard upper lip and all I could think was: "I hope Uncle Martin here |
| doesn't notice that I pissed my fuckin' pants." |
| So light in his way, |
| Like an apparition, |
| He had me crying out, |
| "Fuck me. |
| It's gotta be |
| Deadhead Chemistry. |
| The blotter got right on top of me. |
| Got me seein' E-motherfuckin'-T!" |
| And after calming me down with some orange slices and some fetal spooning, E.T. |
| revealed to me his singular purpose. |
| He said, "You are the Chosen One, the One who will deliver the message. A message of hope for those who choose to hear it and a warning for those who do not." |
| Me. |
| The Chosen One? |
| They chose me! |
| And I didn't even graduate from fuckin' high school. |
| You'd better... |
| You'd better... |
| You'd better... |
| You'd better listen |
| Then he looked right through me |
| With somniferous almond eyes. |
| Don't even know what that means |
| Must remember to write it down. |
| This is so real. |
| Like the time Dave floated away. |
| See my heart is pounding, |
| 'Cause this shit never happens to me. |
| Can't breathe, right now! |
| It was so real. |
| Like I woke up in Wonderland. |
| All sort of terrifying. |
| I don't wanna be all alone when I tell this story. |
| And can anyone tell me why |
| You all sound like Peanuts parents |
| Will I ever be coming down? |
| This is so real. |
| Finally it's my lucky day. |
| See my heart is racing, |
| 'Cause this shit never happens to me. |
| Can't breathe, right now! |
| You believe me, don't you? |
| Please believe what I just said, see the Dead ain't touring. |
| And this wasn't all in my head. |
| See they took me by the hand and invited me right in, |
| Then they showed me something. |
| I don't even know where to begin. |
| Strapped down my bed. |
| Feet cold and eyes red. |
| I'm out my head. |
| Am I alive, am I dead? |
| Can't remember what they said. |
| God damn. |
| Shit the bed! |
| High... I I I I I... high... I I I I I |
| High |
| Overwhelmed as one would be, placed in my position. |
| Such a heavy burden now to be the one. |
| Born to bear and bring to all the details of our ending |
| To write it down for all the world to see. |
| But I forgot my pen, |
| Shit the bed again, |
| Typical. |
| Strapped down my bed. |
| Feet cold and eyes red. |
| I'm out my head. |
| Am I alive, am I dead? |
| Sunkist and Sudafed, |
| Gyroscopes and infrared. |
| Won't help, brain dead. |
| Can't remember what they said. |
| God damn. |
| Shit the bed! |
| I can't remember what they said to me. |
| Can't remember what they said to make me out to be a hero! |
| Can't remember what they said. |
| Bob help me. |
| Can't remember what they said. |
| Don't know. |
| Won't know. |
| God damn. |
| Shit the bed! |