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Sturgill Simpson: “Turtles All The Way Down” Lyric Video

March 15th, 2020 • Share

Every line in this song is a lie, depending on whether you believe it or not. I love it, the song. Nothing is fucking safe! LOL. Not philosophy, religion, science — politicians, preachers, teachers, parents, even Sturgill Simpson himself.

He says it’s about drugs, but I disagree. I think it’s about dependency, psychological dependency. It’s about choosing what you believe in and the fact that no one can choose for you.

The title is inspired by lots of old anecdotes, with different versions, of course. Basically, imagine an old wise man telling a group of people that the earth is held up by a giant turtle, and then someone says:

“What’s holding up the turtle?”

“Another bigger turtle.” says the old man.

“But what’s holding up that turtle?”

“It’s turtles all the way down!”


Turtles All the Way Down

Introducing Metamodern Sounds in Country Music

I’ve seen Jesus play with flames
In a lake of fire that I was standing in
Met the devil in Seattle
And spent 9 months inside the lions den

Met Buddha yet another time
And he showed me a glowing light within
But I swear that God is there
Every time I glare into the eyes of my best friend

Says my son, “It’s all been done
And someday you’re gonna wake up old and gray
So go and try to have some fun
Showing warmth to everyone
You meet and greet and cheat along the way”

There’s a gateway in our minds
That leads somewhere out there, far beyond this plane
Where reptile aliens made of light
Cut you open and pull out all your pain

Tell me how you make illegal
Something that we all make in our brain
Some say you might go crazy
But then again it might make you go sane

Every time I take a look
Inside that old and fabled book
I’m blinded and reminded of
The pain caused by some old man in the sky

Marijuana, LSD, Psilocybin, and DMT
They all changed the way I see
But love’s the only thing that ever saved my life

So don’t waste your mind on nursery rhymes
Or fairy tales of blood and wine
It’s turtles all the way down the line

So to each their own ’til we go home
To other realms our souls must roam
To and through the myth that we all call space and time

Songwriter: John Sturgill Simpson

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