Limbo

Journey Through Limbo: A Twisted Tale of Surreal Reflections
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Lyrics

Hey classy welcome to this little funky groove

Introduction, inviting someone to a funky groove.

Smooth sailing, down the river, zulu avenue

Describing a smooth journey down Zulu Avenue.

I'm your monkey man, so take my twisted hands

Speaker identifying as a "monkey man," offering help.

You got a cheeky smile, it's nice to see your face again

Complimenting the listener's smile.

Well ol' weary slow your jets and rest your cuckoo eyes

Advising someone tired to slow down and rest.

Galla-galla got you wheezing crooked tongue ties

Describing breathing difficulties and twisted speech.

It trickles through your veins, and seeps into your brain

Describing the impact of something entering the bloodstream.

All topsy turvy now your visions getting blurry yeah

Expressing disorientation and blurry vision.

Well boy your mouth is moving but you’re speaking tongues

Observing someone speaking incoherently.

Breathing smoke, puffing plums, parachute my lungs

Metaphorical language about smoking and its effects.

Old man now don't you dare, he answers with a glare

Warning an old man against deceitful behavior.

You’re double dealing, get wheeling, I beat you fair and square yeah

Accusing someone of cheating and challenging them.

Well I'm a bitter man twisted up from limbo’n

Self-identification as a bitter person affected by limbo.

Up the river I slither and bend

Describing movement up the river with a sense of distortion.

I've started feeling strange, and now I'm seeing things yeah

Feeling strange and experiencing hallucinations.

Well I’m a crooked man hunched over from limbo’n

Self-identification as a crooked man affected by limbo.

Under creepers that twist and spin

Being under the influence of twisting and spinning forces.

Do they talk to you like they say they do

Questioning if others communicate with the listener.

“Hey mister, who you whispering to?”

Repeating a question about whispered conversations.

“Hey mister, who you whispering to?”

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Well son those eyes are cloudy tell me what you see

Commenting on cloudy eyes and asking what the person sees.

Shady spaces, painted faces, misty memories

Describing mysterious and misty memories.

It peers into your soul, eyes in your shoulders roll

Referencing an intense gaze into the soul.

You’re babbling out of key, breathe slow

Noting off-key babbling and advising to breathe slowly.

Ol' man you’re fibbing that I'm solo in soliloquies

Accusing an old man of lying about being alone.

You’re talking loco cause you're planted right next to me

Claiming the old man is talking nonsense next to the speaker.

Then flip that woozy glare, 180° through the air

Describing a change in the old man's expression and situation.

We're losing cabin pressure, buckle up, you’re tweaking there

Using a metaphor of losing cabin pressure, indicating tension.


Curling up to rest that weary head

Describing someone resting their weary head.

Hallucinating seeing double when

Mentioning hallucinations and seeing double.

The voices come crawling through the fumes

Referring to voices emerging through some kind of fumes.


Hey there pretty boy, tell me what you do

Addressing someone and asking about their activities.

I finger paint and huff krazy glue

Listing unconventional activities involving paint and glue.

I'm covered head to toe in tattoos

Describing the speaker's appearance with tattoos.

And when they come for me through the rain

Anticipating a situation where the speaker won't feel pain.

I won't feel a thing

No specific content in this line.


‘Cause I’m a bitter man twisted up from limbo’n

Reiteration of bitterness from being in limbo.

Up the river I slither and bend

Continuation of the distorted journey up the river.

I've started feeling strange, and now I'm seeing things

Reiteration of feeling strange and experiencing visions.

I’m a crooked man hunched over from limbo’n

Reiteration of being a crooked man affected by limbo.

Under creepers that twist and spin

Reiteration of being under the influence of twisting forces.

Do they talk to you like they say they do

Repetition of questioning if others communicate with the listener.

“Hey mister, who you whispering to?”

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“Hey mister, who you whispering to?”

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“Hey mister, who you whispering to?”

Final repetition of the question about whispered conversations.

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