The Natural Profane - Down the Rabbit Hole [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Chorus #1]

Get you (get you) down (down)
With that recipe
Kitchen counter countdown
It’s a masterpiece
Get you (get you) down (down)
With that recipe
Everybody lounging off that old folk remedy
Get you (get you) down (down)
With that recipe
Kitchen counter countdown
It’s a masterpiece
Get you (get you) down (down)
With that recipe

[Verse one]

Hindsight is twenty-twenty
After a party, forty-forty
But not if you drink enough to not even really remember going
So if you don’t want to wake up with a ton of regret
Tomorrow morning
And don’t mind headaches
Then my suggestion is to start chugging
(Pink candy-hearts, cacti juice)
I got ya
(Homegirls who be looking for ‘shrooms)
I got ya
We’re on a spiritual journey, my darling
Call it a mental exercise in circus tightrope walking
Rabbit hole or armoire; masks on, lighters up
‘Bout to show the world a master copy of my samizdat
How do you stop a kamikaze cosmonaut
Who crosses the Karman line in his pod
Then gets out and turns his oxygen off?

[Chorus #2]

Get you (get you) down (down)
With that recipe
Kitchen counter countdown
It’s a masterpiece
Get you (get you) down (down)
With that recipe
All night

[Verse two]

Welcome to my world where fantasy and horror mix
Never try to force it or resist
You’ve opened the door to this experience’s orifice
Feelings of euphoric bliss tantalize the audience, girl
You can be my sorceress if I can be your bad habit
Got to take me smooth and calmly
In the bathroom at the party as I circulate through your body slowly
Making your brain hallucinate unholy ceremonial figures
Like peyote in Costa Ric’
Pathological concepts
They’re the archeologists inside your head with hardhats on
Uncovering artifacts
Using the brush to polish it
Making these rappers all collapse
The second Natural starts this shit I’ll be giving them heart attacks
With an abracadabra to Pollock my fans'll
Assume I’m a rapper that dabbles in magic
From breaking the backs of these bosses in half
Without having to gather the manna to cast it
You want to know how we get down in Dallas
Get violent and drown in gallons of Crown
When your life gets too out-of-balance now
Lost my marbles, taking chances
Faces look like jack-o-lanterns
Gothic models wave their hands and groupies try to flash the cameras
When Natural’s hammered it’s twice the confidence, half the standards
Staggering backwards after a smack from a pissed-off backup dancer
("Sorry, dude")

[Chorus #3]

(Liber AL vel Legis)
A ceremony christening
Where men and women gather to dispel their sickest fantasies
So
(Bob to the beat)
‘Cause I ain’t going anywhere
So shut your fucking mouth and keep the smoke rolling, novices
(Follow me)
Through a thickly woven shrubbery
Until the timer’s ticking starts to fade with the forest breeze
Get your people down (down)
With that recipe
Everybody lounging off that old folk remedy
(x2)

[Outro]

Get you (get you) down (down)
With that recipe
(x3)