Now that you mention it, that makes perfect sense. However, the end - shooting through the noose with dark matter - still implies a victory, not a postponement. (Or if you take it literally as shooting x-rays or scans, it's actually ineffective, just informative.) I'm never sure if this song should be taken as a fantasy of power/wish-fulfillment, as a sincere belief in some non-material existence, or as (what I think it is) an open-ended dramatization of the questions of identity and bodily existence. The album version sounds so triumphant.
"The thought of tongues that taste you back" has forever changed my attitude towards kissing.
Now that you mention it, that makes perfect sense. However, the end - shooting through the noose with dark matter - still implies a victory, not a postponement. (Or if you take it literally as shooting x-rays or scans, it's actually ineffective, just informative.) I'm never sure if this song should be taken as a fantasy of power/wish-fulfillment, as a sincere belief in some non-material existence, or as (what I think it is) an open-ended dramatization of the questions of identity and bodily existence. The album version sounds so triumphant.
"The thought of tongues that taste you back" has forever changed my attitude towards kissing.
@Quisquilloso In the same vein as your last line, another Andrew Bird song, Cataracts, also has a lyric that goes:
@Quisquilloso In the same vein as your last line, another Andrew Bird song, Cataracts, also has a lyric that goes:
When our mouths are filled with uninvited tongues of others And the strays are pining for their unrequited mothers
When our mouths are filled with uninvited tongues of others And the strays are pining for their unrequited mothers
Also, here I am in 2021 replying to a comment from 2007, haha
Also, here I am in 2021 replying to a comment from 2007, haha