Dusted
The Geraldine Fibbers Lyrics


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I still miss the smell of a

Dead skunk
On the Pasadena freeway
Wind rippin' though my veins
Little shiny airplanes
Blowin' up my skirt
Nothing ever hurt
Never gonna die
And the look in your eye
Like fireworks
Got one hand on the wheel
The other getting fresh with the corduroy
Covering my angel boy
But I'm gone gone gone

I'm dusted
I'm gone I'm gone I'm gone
I'm dusted
I'm gone I'm gone I'm gone
I'm dusted
I'm gone gone gone
I'm dust.

A pretty boy's a bad boy
And a pretty girl's like a dirty pearl
The boys I know suck 'til they blow
The girlies still are good to go
The girl downstairs with her crem-delish
And the one on the couch eating Bananafish
I'd like to curl you up with a better book
But there's no finer fish to hook
And I'm gone gone gone

I'm dusted
I'm gone I'm gone I'm gone
I'm dusted
I'm gone I'm gone I'm gone
I'm dusted
I'm gone gone gone
I'm dusted

If I only had a brain
If I only had a brain
If I only had a brain




it would give me something more to deliver
but I'm gone

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to The Geraldine Fibbers's song Dusted paint a vivid picture of a young person's reckless, carefree lifestyle. The singer reminisces about the smell of a dead skunk on the Pasadena freeway and how the wind used to feel like it was ripping through their veins, giving them a sense of vitality and invincibility. They recall shiny airplanes blowing up their skirt, a sense of freedom that came without any consequence. The singer doesn't feel any pain, never going to die, and basks in the look in someone's eye that's akin to fireworks.


The singer is "dusted", which can mean under the influence of drugs or alcohol, or in a more metaphorical sense, disconnected from reality. They describe a world where pretty boys and girls are bad and dirty, and the people around them suck until they blow. They mention a book reference to J.D. Salinger's Franny and Zooey, with the girl on the couch eating Bananafish, which reveals a literary sensibility despite the otherwise raucous tone of the lyrics. The singer says they're gone gone gone-referencing the isolation and disconnect feeling that they're experiencing while they roam through life.


The song's lyrics describe a feeling of detachment from reality; the singer revels in their youth while they engage in reckless behavior. They're living life in the moment, with no thought towards the future, or consequence for their actions. The lyrics hint that drugs and alcohol could be a significant influence on their lifestyle. Yet, despite that, there's a suggestion that the singer is aware of the fragility of their situation. They mention the need for a "better book" to curl up with, which provides a glimpse of deeper longing and dissatisfaction.


Line by Line Meaning

I still miss the smell of a
I still yearn for the repulsive odor of a


Dead skunk
Roadkill


On the Pasadena freeway
Located in southern California, United States


Wind rippin' though my veins
Feeling free and reckless


Little shiny airplanes
Toy planes that symbolize freedom and innocence


Blowin' up my skirt
The wind surprises and excites


Nothing ever hurt
Living without fear of consequences


Never gonna die
Feeling invincible


And the look in your eye
A special bond, possibly romantic


Like fireworks
Intense, fleeting, and beautiful


Got one hand on the wheel
Driving and living with carelessness


The other getting fresh with the corduroy
Touching oneself sensually


Covering my angel boy
A reference to the diaper of a baby boy


But I'm gone gone gone
Living without boundaries or restrictions


A pretty boy's a bad boy
Attractive people often have rough personalities


And a pretty girl's like a dirty pearl
Beautiful women often have a dark side


The boys I know suck 'til they blow
The men she knows drain their resources


The girlies still are good to go
Women are still able to enjoy life


The girl downstairs with her crem-delish
A neighbor who enjoys indulgent pleasures


And the one on the couch eating Bananafish
A nod to the J.D. Salinger short story of the same name


I'd like to curl you up with a better book
I wish I had better experiences to offer


But there's no finer fish to hook
These moments are still valuable and enjoyable


And I'm gone gone gone
Living without worry or regret


If I only had a brain
If I were smarter or wiser


It would give me something more to deliver
I could offer more to others


But I'm gone
Living in the moment without concern for the future




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management
Written by: CARLA BOZULICH, KEVIN FITZGERALD

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