Garbage Grove
Sublime Lyrics


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(Here they come now, you see that?
Yep both of the crews
They look they gonna fight)

We took this trip to garden grove.
It smelt like lou-dog inside the van.
Oh yea, This ain't no funky reggae party,
$5 at the door.
It gets so real sometimes,
Who wrote my rhyme?
I've got the microwave, got the VCR.
I got the deuce deuce in the trunk of my car.
Oh yea, If you only knew all the love that I found,
It's hard to keep my soul on the ground.
Your a fool; don't fuck around with my dog.
All that I can see I steal.
I fill up my garage.
'Cause in my mind,
Music from Jamaica all the love that I found,
Pull over there's a reason why my soul's unsound.

It's you,
It's that shit stuck under my shoe
It's that smell inside the van
It's my bed sheet covered with sand
Sitting through a shitty band
Getting dog shit on my hands
Getting hassled by the man
Waking up to an alarm
Sticking needles in your arm
Picking up trash on the freeway
Feeling depressed every day
Leaving without making a sound
Pickin' up my dog up at the pound
Livin' in a tweeker pad
Gettin' yelled at by my Dad
Saying I'm happy when I'm not
Finding roaches in the pot





Oh, all these things I do
They're waiting for you

Overall Meaning

The song "Garbage Grove" is one that tells a story of a trip to Garden Grove. The song starts with a description of a potential altercation between two groups, before delving into the main topic of the trip to Garden Grove. The lyrics describe the scent of what seems to be marijuana, inside the van that they are traveling in. The song emphasizes that this is not just any reggae party, but a real and gritty experience that costs $5 at the door.


The song then takes a turn towards the personal, conveying a feeling of melancholy and an attempt to escape from everyday life. The lyrics "All that I can see I steal" refer to a sense of desperation to hold onto anything that brings pleasure and comfort, even if it means stealing it. The song touches on themes like drug addiction, depression, and parental disapproval, making it relatable to people who have experienced similar struggles.


Throughout the song, the lyrics are sprinkled with references to Lou-Dog, the band's beloved Dalmatian who often travels with them. The song ends with the chorus reassuring listeners that despite all of the difficulties, there is someone or something waiting for them.


Line by Line Meaning

We took this trip to garden grove.
We went to Garden Grove.


It smelt like lou-dog inside the van.
It smelled like marijuana in the van.


Oh yea, This ain't no funky reggae party,
This is not just a typical reggae party.


$5 at the door.
It costs five dollars to get in.


It gets so real sometimes,
Things can get really serious.


Who wrote my rhyme?
I'm questioning who wrote my lyrics.


I've got the microwave, got the VCR.
I have a microwave and a VCR.


I got the deuce deuce in the trunk of my car.
I have a gun in the trunk of my car.


Oh yea, If you only knew all the love that I found,
If only you knew about all the love I've discovered.


It's hard to keep my soul on the ground.
It's difficult for me to stay grounded.


Your a fool; don't fuck around with my dog.
You're foolish if you mess with my dog.


All that I can see I steal.
I steal everything I can see.


I fill up my garage.
I fill up my garage with all the stolen things.


'Cause in my mind,
Because in my mind,


Music from Jamaica all the love that I found,
I love the music from Jamaica.


Pull over there's a reason why my soul's unsound.
I need to pull over because my soul is troubled.


It's you,
It's you,


It's that shit stuck under my shoe
I don't like having stuff stuck on my shoe.


It's that smell inside the van
The smell in the van is unpleasant.


It's my bed sheet covered with sand
My bedsheet is dirty with sand.


Sitting through a shitty band
I have to sit through a terrible performance.


Getting dog shit on my hands
I accidentally touched dog poop.


Getting hassled by the man
I'm being bothered by the authorities.


Waking up to an alarm
I hate waking up to an alarm clock.


Sticking needles in your arm
I inject drugs into my arm.


Picking up trash on the freeway
I'm picking up litter on the highway.


Feeling depressed every day
I'm depressed all the time.


Leaving without making a sound
I'm leaving without a word.


Pickin' up my dog up at the pound
I need to pick up my dog from the shelter.


Livin' in a tweeker pad
I live in a place where drug users hang out.


Gettin' yelled at by my Dad
My dad is always shouting at me.


Saying I'm happy when I'm not
I pretend to be happy when I'm actually not.


Finding roaches in the pot
I discovered cockroaches in my marijuana.


Oh, all these things I do
All these things I do,


They're waiting for you
They're waiting for you.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: BRADLEY JAMES NOWELL

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