Tribute
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This one is dedicated to the excitable ones
Not the possums playing dead messing with my head
X amount of action, X amount of games
For years again I tell you the same

Gone already to the bored of it all type, lingo
That I'm seein' every single night I'm out
Bustin' head for it but your's gets busted
Right back lip split and

I messed up but I got back tryin'
Don't bother lyin' 'bout constant disappointment
But the fun is in the hunt so quit actin' on a front
And you're unmotivated, sorta faded
But the remedy is not so, get on with what you got

Remember Lady of Guadeloupe, the times my mother made mole
After mass we would get home, the girls are runnin' to the phone
And I'm in my bedroom the 45 on my record player
Was we're in this love together

At the time I never realized how songs haunted
The ones that I heard I played because I wanted
Drawin' on my wall from time to time coolin'
Makin' creatures come alive with no schoolin'

When I'm on the microphone
The method that I make is much patience
The method that I make is much patience
I'm waiting for the beat and then I make sense

Ain't comin' in hot, forgot you definitely got no clue
Ain't comin' in hot, you got, you definitely got so rude
Boy, actin' coy but you got nuts like Almond Joy, I tell ya
This is a tribute

No one looks as foolish as the excitable ones
But then again there's no one that has this much fun
X amount of action, X amount of games
For years again I tell you the same

Once I met a man who made nearly no mistakes
He would never bet on a long shot and he never bet on a break and
He's condescending and talks gossip galore
But the dude was definitely such a bore, hear me now

I messed up but I got back trying
Don't bother lying 'bout constant disappointment
But the fun is in the hunt so quit actin' on a front
Yeah, unmotivated, sorta faded
But the real man is not the one hiding behind the gunshot

Time travelin' through my memory
There's a younger dough gazin' at the galaxy
Space trippin' veto of the stars
Searchin' for UFOs from Neptune and Mars

Ode to an alien, I know you're out there
Cosmic, lonely heart tell me if you care
I'm listening for your sound, here on the ground
I'm listening for your sound, here on the ground

When I'm on the microphone
The method that I make is much patience
The method that I make is much patience
I'm waiting for the beat and then I make sense

Ain't comin' in hot, forgot you definitely got no clue
Ain't comin' in hot, you got, you definitely got so rude
Boy, actin' coy but you got nuts like Almond Joy, I tell ya
This is a tribute

I'm vexing many mofos but I'm wishing you the best
I keep 'bout half my lyrics and I throw out the rest




'Cause fly on by, you can if you want to
The method that makes sense is patience

Overall Meaning

The song "Tribute" by 311 is a dedication to those who live life to the fullest, even if it leads to mistakes and challenges. The lyrics acknowledge the frustration that comes with constantly being on the go, but also highlights the excitement and joy that comes with living life in such a way. The song also nods to the importance of memories and the influence of music on our lives. The repeated line, "The method that makes sense is patience," serves as a reminder to take things in stride and to keep pushing forward even when it seems difficult.


The chorus of the song references a Lady of Guadeloupe, who could be a historical or cultural figure. The song mentions mole, which is a traditional Mexican sauce made with ingredients like chilies, nuts, and spices. The mention of mole suggests a connection to Mexican culture or heritage. Additionally, the reference to "45 on my record player" reveals the time period in which the song was written, as 45s were a common format for singles in the era of vinyl records. These lyrics also demonstrate the significant impact that music has on our lives and memories.


One interesting fact about "Tribute" is that it contains references to several other artists and songs, including George Benson's "We're in This Love Together" and Van Halen's "Hot for Teacher." The song's structure alternates between rap verses and singing choruses, which was a common pattern in 311's discography during the 1990s. The track was produced by Ron St. Germain, who had previously worked with bands like Soundgarden and Bad Brains. The band's multi-instrumentalist, Tim Mahoney, played a guitar solo on the song, which is not common in 311's music. Finally, the lyrics contain some profanity, which led to radio stations choosing to censor the track or not play it at all.


Chords: Unfortunately, the chord progression for "Tribute" by 311 is not available at this time.


Line by Line Meaning

This one is dedicated to the excitable ones
This song is being written for the people who get excited easily


Not the possums playing dead messing with my head
I don't want people who pretend to be dead and fool me around


X amount of action, X amount of games
I repeat, there is a lot of action and games happening


For years again I tell you the same
This has been going on for years, and I keep saying the same thing


Gone already to the bored of it all type, lingo
I've already met people that are bored with everything, saying the same words over and over again


That I'm seein' every single night I'm out
I encounter such people every time I go out at night


Bustin' head for it but your's gets busted
I am confronting you, and you will be hurt


Right back lip split and
You will be hit in your mouth and your lips will crack in response


I messed up but I got back tryin'
I made a mistake in the past, but I didn't give up and kept trying


Don't bother lyin' 'bout constant disappointment
There's no point lying about always being disappointed


But the fun is in the hunt so quit actin' on a front
The enjoyment comes from the chase, so stop pretending like you're not interested


And you're unmotivated, sorta faded
You're not motivated and seem to be fading away


But the remedy is not so, get on with what you got
The solution is not hard, just work with what you have


Remember Lady of Guadeloupe, the times my mother made mole
I have fond memories of the Lady of Guadeloupe and my mother cooking mole


After mass we would get home, the girls are runnin' to the phone
After church, we would go home, and my sisters would run to answer the phone


And I'm in my bedroom the 45 on my record player
Meanwhile, I'm in my room listening to music on my record player


Was we're in this love together
I was playing a song by Al Jarreau called 'We're In This Love Together'


At the time I never realized how songs haunted
Back then, I didn't know how much songs could affect me


The ones that I heard I played because I wanted
I chose to listen to the songs that appealed to me


Drawin' on my wall from time to time coolin'
Sometimes, I would draw on my wall to relax


Makin' creatures come alive with no schoolin'
I used to draw creatures and give them life without any formal training


The method that I make is much patience
My approach to music-making requires patience


I'm waiting for the beat and then I make sense
I wait for the right beat, and then I create my lyrics


Ain't comin' in hot, forgot you definitely got no clue
You're clueless and not coming in strong


Ain't comin' in hot, you got, you definitely got so rude
Not to mention, you're also rude


Boy, actin' coy but you got nuts like Almond Joy, I tell ya
You're pretending to be shy, but, in reality, you're quite bold


This is a tribute
This song is a tribute to those who live life to the fullest


No one looks as foolish as the excitable ones
People who get excited easily can look silly in certain situations


But then again there's no one that has this much fun
However, no one enjoys life as much as they do


Once I met a man who made nearly no mistakes
I once knew a man who almost never made mistakes


He would never bet on a long shot and he never bet on a break and
He was someone who wouldn't take risks and never gambled on unlikely outcomes


He's condescending and talks gossip galore
However, he was condescending and talked a lot of gossip


But the dude was definitely such a bore, hear me now
So, in the end, he was quite dull


Yeah, unmotivated, sorta faded
Many people today are unmotivated and seem to be losing interest


But the real man is not the one hiding behind the gunshot
But a true man is not someone who talks about using weapons


Time travelin' through my memory
I'm remembering things from my past


There's a younger dough gazin' at the galaxy
A younger version of me is looking at the stars and galaxies


Space trippin' veto of the stars
I'm taking a mental trip through the stars


Searchin' for UFOs from Neptune and Mars
I'm searching for signs of extraterrestrial life on planets like Neptune and Mars


Ode to an alien, I know you're out there
I'm writing a tribute to any extraterrestrial life forms that might be out there


Cosmic, lonely heart tell me if you care
I'm asking if any space creatures care about me and my existence


I'm listening for your sound, here on the ground
I'm listening for any sign of these aliens from down here on Earth


I keep 'bout half my lyrics and I throw out the rest
When I'm making music, I end up discarding half of what I wrote


'Cause fly on by, you can if you want to
You can live life how you want to, but it goes by quickly


The method that makes sense is patience
The best approach to life is a patient one




Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: CHAD SEXTON, DOUGLAS MARTINEZ, NICHOLAS HEXUM

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