One of my favourite songs is 'White Rabbit' by Jefferson Airplane, featuring Grace Slick. There's multiple reasons, but mostly the very last line sticks in my head more than anything else. I first ran across the song when I was only 14. I was doing an ISP on the evolution of Rock & Roll and Jefferson Airplane played a huge part in that, as well as affecting major movement and sentiment in their songs about the war.
The funny thing is, that previous sentence is actually the point of my post. I can't remember that huge project in any shape or form that would let me make a more factual statement than the vague one I have given.
And this song fits perfectly I think... for this and so many other things in life.
White Rabbit
One pill makes you larger
And one pill makes you small
And the ones that mother gives you
Don't do anything at all
Go ask Alice
When she's ten feet tall
And if you go chasing rabbits
And you know you're going to fall
Tell 'em a hookah smoking caterpillar
Has given you the call
Recall Alice
When she was just small
When men on the chessboard
Get up and tell you where to go
And you've just had some kind of mushroom
And your mind is moving low
Go ask Alice
I think she'll know
When logic and proportion
Have fallen sloppy dead
And the White Knight is talking backwards
And the Red Queen's "off with her head!"
Remember, what the Door Mouse said
"FEED YOUR HEAD"
"FEED YOUR HEAD"
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