Two Tabs of Mescaline
Glassjaw Lyrics


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I smell the sound of a growing gash
With pop sensibilities.
K-Q-E-D
"It's a tune that equals you."
I feel
Hallelujah I fail,
Bulemia I'm frail.
Hallelujah I fell,
Salting the back of a snail.

And...
This is worship and this is tribute
Am I crumbling, ripping and failing?
Knowing you fit, you fit, you fit in...
And, and,
You fit in!

K-Q-E-E-E-E-E-E-D
"It's a tune that equals you."
I feel
Hallelujah, I fail,
Bulemia, I'm frail.
Hallelujah, I fell,
Salting the back of a snail.

And...
Am I worshipping or am I tributing?
Loving, crumbling, ripping, and failing.
My turkish prison is knowing I fit in.
And, and,
I fit in!

Feeding time,
An old friend of mine
At the leper zoo, yeah yeah
Que sera?
Erotic hurrah
With no rescue, girl.


Feeding time,
An old friend of mine
At the leper zoo, yeah yeah.
Que sera?
Erotic hurrah
It's cool.
Be cool, girl.

Sailor, Sailor
Sailor, Sailor
Sailor Scent
Sailor Sailor Scent Sailor Sailor Sailor Scent.

And...
worship, tribute
crumbling, ripping, and failing
Knowing you fit, you fit, you fit in...
And, and,
you fit in!

Feeding time,
An old friend of mine
At the leper zoo, yeah yeah.
Que sera?
Erotic hurrah
With no rescue, girl.

Feeding time,
An old friend of mine
At the leper zoo, yeah yeah.
Que sera?
Erotic hurrah
It's cool.
Be cool, girl.

Sailor Scent (x4)





Sailor, Sailor

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Glassjaw's "Two Tabs of Mescaline" seem to be a sort of stream of consciousness, with various seemingly unrelated images and thoughts strung together. The first line, "I smell the sound of a growing gash" is a bit jarring and grotesque, but also intriguing. The following line, "With pop sensibilities" seems to suggest that the song will have a more accessible sound or hook. The next line is a bit cryptic, "K-Q-E-D" -- it's unclear what this could refer to, but perhaps it's some sort of computer code, or a reference to a radio station or TV channel. The repetition of "It's a tune that equals you" seems to suggest that the singer is trying to communicate something significant or personal.


The next lines delve more into personal struggles, "I feel/Hallelujah I fail/Bulemia I'm frail." The religious references are interesting here, with "Hallelujah" being a common praise word in Christianity, and "frailty" often being seen as a negative quality in the Christian worldview. The line "Salting the back of a snail" is a bit nonsensical, but could be seen as a continuation of the grotesque and unexpected imagery from the first line. The repeated lines of "worship and tribute" and "crumbling, ripping, and failing" seem to suggest some sort of existential struggle or questioning.


The latter half of the song brings back some of the earlier imagery, with references to a "leper zoo" and an "erotic hurrah." The final repetition of "Sailor Scent" is a bit mystifying, though it could possibly have something to do with the idea of being lost at sea or adrift in life. Ultimately, the song seems to be a sort of collage of images and thoughts that may not necessarily have a coherent narrative or message, but rather evoke certain feelings or ideas.


Line by Line Meaning

I smell the sound of a growing gash With pop sensibilities.
I can detect a worsening wound which sounds like a radio-friendly pop song.


K-Q-E-D "It's a tune that equals you." I feel Hallelujah I fail, Bulemia I'm frail. Hallelujah I fell, Salting the back of a snail. And... This is worship and this is tribute Am I crumbling, ripping and failing? Knowing you fit, you fit, you fit in... And, and, You fit in!
The letters on this radio are code for a song that identifies with you. I'm struggling with mental illness, but there's something empowering about recognizing my own failures. Is liking this music a form of worship or tribute? Either way, it perfectly fits my emotions.


Feeding time, An old friend of mine At the leper zoo, yeah yeah Que sera? Erotic hurrah With no rescue, girl.
I'm caught in a cycle of self-destructive behavior like feeding time at a place where outcasts gather. What will be, will be - I'm indulging in something that feels pleasurable but wrong even though there's no one to save me from myself.


Sailor, Sailor Sailor, Sailor Sailor Scent Sailor Sailor Scent Sailor Sailor Sailor Scent. And... worship, tribute crumbling, ripping, and failing Knowing you fit, you fit, you fit in... And, and, you fit in!
The smell of the ocean conjures up memories of sailors and their travels. There's a lot of pain and vulnerability in my life, but this music makes me feel like I'm part of something. I'm worshiping or paying tribute to it, even if it means acknowledging my shortcomings.




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: BECK, PALUMBO, Daryl Palumbo, Justin Beck

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