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When I was just a little boy
I threw away all of my action toys
While I became obsessed with Operation
With hearts and minds and certain glands
You gotta learn to keep a steady hand
And thus began my morbid fascination
Tore the spines from out of all of these self-help books
Made myself a gun that not only shoots but looks
So real
Yeah it shoots through steel
With rays of darkmatter
Rays of darkmatter
Do you wonder where the self resides
Is it in the head or between your sides
And who would be the one who will decide
Its true location
And does the thought of all this red and black
Thought of tongues that takes you back
Fill you with the nausea of elation
The noose is loosed around our necks made of DNA
And every day it's growing tighter, no matter what they do or say
Well, you can shoot right through with rays of darkmatter
Just before they kick out
They kick out the ladder
With rays of dark matter
Do you wonder where the self resides
Is it in the head or between your sides
And who would be the one who will decide
Its true location
I threw away all of my action toys
While I became obsessed with Operation
With hearts and minds and certain glands
You gotta learn to keep a steady hand
And thus began my morbid fascination
Tore the spines from out of all of these self-help books
Made myself a gun that not only shoots but looks
So real
Yeah it shoots through steel
With rays of darkmatter
Rays of darkmatter
Do you wonder where the self resides
Is it in the head or between your sides
And who would be the one who will decide
Its true location
And does the thought of all this red and black
Thought of tongues that takes you back
Fill you with the nausea of elation
The noose is loosed around our necks made of DNA
And every day it's growing tighter, no matter what they do or say
Well, you can shoot right through with rays of darkmatter
Just before they kick out
They kick out the ladder
With rays of dark matter
Do you wonder where the self resides
Is it in the head or between your sides
And who would be the one who will decide
Its true location
Lyrics submitted by bobwronski
Track duration: 05:42
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The speaker is fighting for his own freedom, and yet, in his escape, he wonders if that's his "self" telling him that he needs to do this, or plain instinct -- Do you wonder where the self resides? Is it in the head or between your sides? because his head is telling him to get the heck out of there and he wants to know if that's the voice of his "self"... not to be too repetitive.
But anyway, I might be reading WAAAY too much into this... or maybe not... jus' my opinion.
Anywho, this song is so very beautiful and for some reason it gives me peace, perhaps because of the things it makes me think of, leaving me with the conclusion that I don't need to question love, or stop questioning it...that it is just a very welcoming dark mystery...
never have i ever though of kissing in this context.
Is the neck made of DNA or the noose or both.
Read like this: "The noose is loosed around our necks made of DNA" says to me that our necks are made out of DNA.
What if it was like this: "The noose is loosed around our necks, made of DNA" The DNA could then refer to the noose. That's an interesting concept to me. Like the creator or whomever is choking us with our own DNA. Also, DNA is in chains/ropes/strands which fits right into the allusion of a noose. Just a thought.
The rays of dark matter are interesting to me. It makes me wonder if he's talking about escaping the noose in our minds. If the soul we perceive as our minds maybe does win out over the death that our bodies bring.
I like this song allot, but love the Sweetbreads cut on the Fingerlings album. Beautiful images and singing.
"At the concert in Boston that I went to, he was describing where this song came from. He said he had a dream of flipping through a French cookbook, and then he came upon a page entitled 'Sweetbreads', and in parenthesis it said 'Thoughts'. Then he goes on to say how it might be possible to eat the brain to find out what something is about.
It's a lovely song and the explanation he gave was really cute - I have the video of him talking about it if anybody wants to watch it."
If you haven't read Philip Pullman's "His Dark Materials" trilogy (the first book being "The Golden Compass"), they will give you an interesting perspective on this song; the 2nd and 3rd books delve deeply into the divide between religion and science. What one character identifies as what souls are made of, a physicist identifies as dark matter.
"Do you wonder where the self resides?"
well, i think it's absoultely motherfuckingamazig!