About the song
Introducing “White Rabbit” by Jefferson Airplane, an iconic piece of psychedelic rock that has left an indelible mark on music history. Released in 1967 as part of their album “Surrealistic Pillow,” this song swiftly captivated audiences with its mesmerizing melody and cryptic lyrics, becoming a cornerstone of the counterculture movement of the 1960s.
Written by the band’s lead vocalist Grace Slick, “White Rabbit” is a sonic journey through Lewis Carroll’s “Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland,” infused with themes of self-discovery, curiosity, and the surreal. Slick’s powerful vocals coupled with the band’s dynamic instrumentation created a sonic landscape that transported listeners to a realm of whimsy and introspection.
Upon its release, “White Rabbit” quickly ascended the charts, peaking at number 8 on the Billboard Hot 100. Its success solidified Jefferson Airplane’s status as pioneers of the psychedelic rock genre and cemented their place in music history. The song’s enduring popularity has been further cemented by its inclusion in numerous films, TV shows, and commercials, ensuring its legacy continues to resonate with audiences across generations.
Beyond its commercial success, “White Rabbit” remains a cultural touchstone, symbolizing the spirit of rebellion and exploration that defined the 1960s. Its evocative lyrics and ethereal soundscape continue to inspire artists and listeners alike, making it a timeless classic that continues to enchant and provoke thought to this day. So, sit back, relax, and let Jefferson Airplane’s “White Rabbit” take you on a trip down the rabbit hole of musical brilliance.
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Lyrics
One pill makes you largerAnd one pill makes you smallAnd the ones that mother gives youDon’t do anything at allGo ask AliceWhen she’s ten feet tallAnd if you go chasing rabbitsAnd you know you’re going to fallTell ’em a hookah-smoking caterpillarHas given you the callCall AliceWhen she was just smallWhen the men on the chessboardGet up and tell you where to goAnd you’ve just had some kind of mushroomAnd your mind is moving lowGo ask AliceI think she’ll knowWhen logic and proportionHave fallen sloppy deadAnd the White Knight is talking backwardsAnd the Red Queen’s off with her headRemember what the dormouse saidFeed your headFeed your head