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Permalink Reply by Carol T on
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Have no idea what the lyrics mean, but then, that was true of many songs of the era. They sounded profound, but were really nonsense, usually written (and listened to) in a drug-induced haze.
I always thought they were saying, "Look at yourself, look at yourself, young girl."
And... I actually saw them play at my college winter prom/festival thingie. As I recall, the rest of their music was not as engaging as "Incense and Peppermints".
Here's an alternate version of the lyrics, which, to me, make more sense:
Good sense, innocence, cripplin' mankind
Dead kings, many things I can't define
Occasions, persuasions clutter your mind
Incense and peppermints, the color of time.
Who cares what games we choose?
Little to win, but nothing to lose.
Incense and peppermints, meaningless nouns
Turn on, turn in, turn your eyes around.
Look at yourself, look at yourself, yeah, yeah
Look at yourself, look at yourself, yeah, yeah, yeah!
To divide this cockeyed world in two
Throw your pride to one side, it's the least you can do.
Beatniks and politics, nothing is new
A yardstick for lunatics, one point of view
Who care what games we choose?
Little to win, but nothin' to lose.
Good sense, innocence, cripplin' mankind
Dead kings, many things I can't define.
Occasion, persuasions clutter your mind
Incense and peppermints, the color of time.
Who cares what games we choose?
Little to win, but nothin' to lose.
Incense and peppermints
Incense and peppermintsI personally think the peppermints are the color of thyme, not time.
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About the song and its meaning: : 1. The psychedelic was in full swing when Incense and Peppermint became popular. Incense is often burned to mask the smell of marijuana. Peppermints are used to mask the smoke on a person's breath. 2. In the first phrase, we are told innocense and good sense are nice, but they can disable you. "Who cares what games we choose, little to win and nothing to lose" means that it doesn't matter what types of drugs a person uses -- only that you don't gain much by doing or not doing the drugs. 3. "Tune on, tune in, drop out" is a phrase Timothy Leary used to promote the use of LSD. It is used in the second verse to tell the listener to take a look at him/herself. The fact that incense and peppermints are "meaningless nouns" may means that these words are strung together and aren't intended to mean anything in particular. Beatnics and Politicians each have their own point of view. Every group has their own way of looking at things and there's no use in fighting over who is right. (taken from site MusicBanter)
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Curse you, Bmichael! Now I have that damn song as an earworm.
I will have my revenge, though.
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Permalink Reply by Bmichael on
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Recently, I found myself behind a courteous driver in traffic.
Just so you know, courteous drivers are not always my favorites.
In this particular case, Ms. Courteous was directly in front of me at a traffic light in a brightly colored Volkswagen, complete with a bumper sticker that said (I swear this is true) “Give Peace A Chance”.
Anyway, when the light changed, rather than moving forward, she held her position and waved through a pickup truck from a side street on the right.
The driver of this truck was very appreciative and waved politely at her for her kindness.
This should have been the end of the “practice random kindness and senseless acts of beauty” session, however, it wasn’t.
Ms. Courteous – apparently enamored by the response of the truck driver, wanted more positive reinforcement, so she continued to allow a large number of vehicles exiting from the Schnell Sausage Works at the shift change to enter the highway, waving cheerily at each of them as they passed by.
Most of them – still in their white foodservice hairnets - could give a shit and ignored her.
And, of course, when the last of them passed, the light changed to red – just after Ms. Courteous passed through.
I checked the rear view - there was no one behind me.
Grrr.
Just beyond the light, the train crossing barrier activated.
It was gonna be awhile.
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So...what kind of driver are you?
Here's what I think:
Westerly - Courteous
Marilyn - Not Courteous
Carol - Occasionally Courteous
B A F - Semi-Courteous
Am I right? Huh? Am I? Huh? Huh?
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Permalink Reply by Westerly_2 on
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Actually, Westerly is the type to signal only on a need-to-know basis, if she figures that the left-signalling guy in the suicide lane is going to cut her off before she makes her right. No good deed goes unpunished, and Mr Impatient doesn't need to know.
Sorry the lovely hippy peace freak screwed you out of your due. Although I consider myself as courteous of the majority of decent folks out there, Westerly grew weary of line jumpers a long long time ago.
Semi-courteous, I guess you wou;ld say.
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Permalink Reply by Marilyn on
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Hey! I resent that, Mr. Know-It-All! I'll have you know (puff, huff) that I am actually pretty damned courteous, especially when you consider that I drive through three (count 'em, three) states to get to work. Start in Joisey, 'cross the Walt Whitman bridge (celebrating myself as I go), into PA, take the on ramp to the deathtrap that is I-95 , alllllll the way to DUH-laware, where I finally get off, 30 miles from where I began.
The OTHER drivers on the other hand ... nevermind.
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