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I'm the king's thirty second son
Born to him in thirty second's time
Born to him the night still young
Born to him with two eyebrows on
And that's all I was wearing
When I woke up staring at the world
My mom had been around the graves of queens
But not at all a sex machine
She liked to keep her body clean, clean
Thought the world to be quite obscene
But she retired to her chamber
And we remain quite strangers
And to see me made her awful sad
And to touch me made her awful sad
And to see me made her awful
And to touch me made her awful
I'm the king's thirty second son
And all it took was thirty second's time
But a spoiled little prince I was not
Had a chamber maid and a chamber pot
And there's thirty one others just like me
There's thirty one others I can be
Someimtes I'd stand by the royal wall
The sky'd be so big that it broke my soul
And I stood on my toes to catch a glimpse
Of my mother's eyes and my mother's skin
And she retired to her chamber
And we remain quite strangers
And to see me made her awful sad
And to touch me made her awful sad
And to see me made her awful
And to touch me made her awful
And one morning I woke up
And I thought Oedipus, Oedipus, Oedipus, Oedipus
Then one morning I woke up and I thought Rex, Rex, Rex
Then one morning I woke up
And I thought Oedipus, Oedipus, Oedipus, Oedipus
Thirty two's still a goddamn number
Thirty two's still counts
Gonna make it count
Gonna make it count
Gonna oh oh
Thirty two's still a goddamn number
Thirty two still counts
Gonna make it count
Gonna make it count
Gonna oh oh
Long live the king
Long live the king
Long live the king
Long live the king
Long live the king
Long live the king
Long live the king
Long live the
I'm the king's thirty second son
There's thirty one others just like me
There's thirty one others on the way
There's thirty one others after that
Sometimes I stand by the royal gate
People screaming love and hate
And they scream
And they scream
And they scream
And they scream
Long live the king,
Long live the queen
And to see me made her awful sad
And to touch me made her awful sad
And to see me made her awful
And to touch me made her awful
And one morning I woke up
And I thought Oedipus, Oedipus, Oedipus, Oedipus
Then one morning I woke up and I thought Rex, Rex, Rex
Then one morning I woke up
And I thought Oedipus, Oedipus, Oedipus, Oedipus
Thirty two's still a goddamn number
Thirty two's still counts
Gonna make it count
Gonna make it count
Gonna oh oh
Thirty two's still a goddamn number
Thirty two's still a goddamn number
Thirty two's still a goddamn number
Thirty two's still a goddamn number
Thirty two
Thirty two
Thirty two
Thirty two
Thirty two
Thirty two
Thirty two
Long live the king
Long live the king
Long live the king
Long live the king
Long live the king
Long live the king
Long live the king
Long live the king
Born to him in thirty second's time
Born to him the night still young
Born to him with two eyebrows on
And that's all I was wearing
When I woke up staring at the world
My mom had been around the graves of queens
But not at all a sex machine
She liked to keep her body clean, clean
Thought the world to be quite obscene
But she retired to her chamber
And we remain quite strangers
And to see me made her awful sad
And to touch me made her awful sad
And to see me made her awful
And to touch me made her awful
I'm the king's thirty second son
And all it took was thirty second's time
But a spoiled little prince I was not
Had a chamber maid and a chamber pot
And there's thirty one others just like me
There's thirty one others I can be
Someimtes I'd stand by the royal wall
The sky'd be so big that it broke my soul
And I stood on my toes to catch a glimpse
Of my mother's eyes and my mother's skin
And she retired to her chamber
And we remain quite strangers
And to see me made her awful sad
And to touch me made her awful sad
And to see me made her awful
And to touch me made her awful
And one morning I woke up
And I thought Oedipus, Oedipus, Oedipus, Oedipus
Then one morning I woke up and I thought Rex, Rex, Rex
Then one morning I woke up
And I thought Oedipus, Oedipus, Oedipus, Oedipus
Thirty two's still a goddamn number
Thirty two's still counts
Gonna make it count
Gonna make it count
Gonna oh oh
Thirty two's still a goddamn number
Thirty two still counts
Gonna make it count
Gonna make it count
Gonna oh oh
Long live the king
Long live the king
Long live the king
Long live the king
Long live the king
Long live the king
Long live the king
Long live the
I'm the king's thirty second son
There's thirty one others just like me
There's thirty one others on the way
There's thirty one others after that
Sometimes I stand by the royal gate
People screaming love and hate
And they scream
And they scream
And they scream
And they scream
Long live the king,
Long live the queen
And to see me made her awful sad
And to touch me made her awful sad
And to see me made her awful
And to touch me made her awful
And one morning I woke up
And I thought Oedipus, Oedipus, Oedipus, Oedipus
Then one morning I woke up and I thought Rex, Rex, Rex
Then one morning I woke up
And I thought Oedipus, Oedipus, Oedipus, Oedipus
Thirty two's still a goddamn number
Thirty two's still counts
Gonna make it count
Gonna make it count
Gonna oh oh
Thirty two's still a goddamn number
Thirty two's still a goddamn number
Thirty two's still a goddamn number
Thirty two's still a goddamn number
Thirty two
Thirty two
Thirty two
Thirty two
Thirty two
Thirty two
Thirty two
Long live the king
Long live the king
Long live the king
Long live the king
Long live the king
Long live the king
Long live the king
Long live the king
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"There's thirty one others just like me
There's thirty one others on the way
There's thirty one others after that"
i.e. the new words/notes keep coming. Regina Spektor has written other songs with at least parts about the process of writing songs ('Making Records', 'Fidelity', 'The Flowers').
"my mom had been a rather crazy queen" not "around the graves of queens"
and "born to him the night still young" is "born to him with ears/hair still on" or something to that extent, I dont hear "night still young" at all, unless all the versions i have are those versions with the small differences she sometimes does in her concerts....
The main characters suffers an intense, almost physical longing for his mother, missing her touch, emotional closeness, desperately needing any kind of contact with her. Almost the way an infant needs their mother. (this is where i assosiate the oedipus metaphore, i dont feel like it goes any further than that).
He is lonely, special to none, left to his own devices and basically growing up in a loveless environment. And in his universe there is only his mother and his dreams of her, only able to view her from afar.
The mother on her side is too damaged to be able to stand any contact with him without feeling extremely conflicting emotions about it. To me it feels like she is deeply unhappy. Sounds like she is mostly the breeding-cow of the king, not sure the sex has been of her free will either (thats probably just my impression) and as a result she resents her son, his bare excistance reminds her of the situation she is stuck in and brings up only bad emotions, so she cannot be strong enough to be close to him.
Who says that when the character in the song wakes up and thinks "Oedipus", that he's thinking of himself?
After thinking that, the character decides he's gonna make himself count. Then... "Long live the king"... isn't that what people say at the coronation of a new king?
I actually think the implications are pretty disturbing... basically sounds to me like the character was inspired by the story of Oedipus Rex, to kill his father, then become king, by marrying his mother. I wonder if it could have been based on a historical event... some of the details seem fairly specific, but I don't know of any such story.
how inconsequential we are, as one, or as a whole (OF 32!?)
and knowing there's not anything to be done about it.
the part about screaming for the king and queen,
well I see that as an interpretative reference to our mainstream culture. kings and queens, those we worship, as publicized people and our devotion to them.
and just the irony of this life;
how it touches on the Oedipus play, in that the mother longs to keep herself clean and separate herself from the son that she will only fall in love with, marry, and (of the uncleanliness) have children with in the end.
and ironic that we're all born with only 2 eyebrows on, whether a king's son or a peasant, and that our role in life is already (pre)determined -- Oedipus reference
but, this story dont have any end T_T
Oedipus' comments make his birth sound almost artificial. He makes it sound like he wasn't just conceived, but also born in a single night, part of a batch. Is this poetic licence? Quite possibly... still, it adds to the sound. And his mother hardly sounds human; she could be, of course, but the way the song commodifies and objectifies her makes it sound as though she could just as easily be something else.
I don't think this is (or at least is just) some sci-fi story about a cloned vat-boy, but if I were making a music video, that would probably be the video I made to it. I think that's another layer of metaphor... under that, assuming that is even accurate to the intention with which the song was made, I could imagine a story about power and industry.
But I can't really say. I think of all Ms. Spektor's songs, this is the one I'd most like to ask what story she was telling when she wrote it.