Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Random’ by 311. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 311 or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Sound boy proceed to blast into the galaxy
Go back rocket man into the sky you’ll see
Hear it all the time, come back rewind
Aliens are waiting up in the sky
Sound boy proceed to blast into the galaxy
Sound boy when you come round
Sound boy won’t you stay
No one gonna harm you
They all want you to play
I watch the birds of prey
That hunt the canyon below my house
They’re lookin’ for a meal like a lizard or a mouse
I wonder if they appreciate the setting like me
To control your own direction, choose to be free
And I reserve the right to be as trite as I want
And you can lick but don’t bite I toss you here to Vermont
I kick it lickety split
And hand it to the man in the tan van
And, as for you and your crew I don’t hate you
Peace is my priority ’cause Marley said for sure-ity
Just what do you think I’m doin’ I’m not only here for screwin’ yo
And if it’s sore take care of it perhaps from too much stucking
But anytime you’re aware of it then keep on fuckin’
You know we cool (Isn’t that random?)
When we come ’bout people get ready (Isn’t that random? Gonna freak it national)
Sound boy is gonna rock you (Isn’t that random?)
People rock steady (Isn’t that random?)
To be the one who has it all is not that hard
And I’ll be that type of dude in a funky car I dream of a suit that will fit my ride
When I recognize my girl from a former life
I love it when the only sound that I hear Is your infectious laughter
I will hear you again in 800 years If I’m still lucky
Go north on outpost then take a left on Mullholland
To me that’s where I like it and Macapa Drive is callin’
I get up to the sun and then I stretch out
It’s Beginning to look like summer
And I’m down with no doubt swing
You know we cool (Isn’t that random?)
When we come ’bout people get ready (Isn’t that random? Gonna freak it national)
Sound boy is gonna rock you (Isn’t that random?)
People rock steady (Isn’t that random?)
I break a silly peace for offering rap weasel
Then I’m boffering I’d give you an exclusive on my playlist
The vibes and rhymes I kick are from a random hat pick
That’s why most radio will never play this tell ’em again
Me a rude boy from Omaha, Nebraska
Sick as a porno flick yet gold as precious laughter
Many don’t agree but we can’t care about that
‘Cause we’re never gonna wear the old hat.
Spoken