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 your head or between your sides?
And who'll would be the one who will decide its true location?
And does the thought about this red and black
Thought of tongues that taste you back
Fill you with the nausea-ausea, also ovulation?
Noose is loosed around our necks made of DNA
And every day it's growing tighter, no matter what they do or say
And you can shoot right through with rays of darkmatter
Just before they kick out, they kick out the ladder
With rays of darkmatter, rays of darkmatter
Like something catching fire
Do you wonder where the self resides?
Is it in your 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 your head or between your sides?
And who'll would be the one who will decide its true location?
And does the thought about this red and black
Thought of tongues that taste you back
Fill you with the nausea-ausea, also ovulation?
Noose is loosed around our necks made of DNA
And every day it's growing tighter, no matter what they do or say
And you can shoot right through with rays of darkmatter
Just before they kick out, they kick out the ladder
With rays of darkmatter, rays of darkmatter
Like something catching fire
Do you wonder where the self resides?
Is it in your head or between your sides?
And who would be the one who will decide its true location?
Lyrics submitted by bobwronski, edited by AnytimeAnyhow
"Darkmatter" as written by Andrew Wegman Bird
Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
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to me, that sort of idea fits in with the song's juxtaposition of our tangible, bodily existence and our personalities and souls held within.
just a thought.
"The thought of tongues that taste you back" has forever changed my attitude towards kissing.
"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."
never have i ever though of kissing in this context.
I found this song here^, among some other unreleased stuff (it's also linked to it on his website, but you have to navigate a bit to get to it). I you want to just here Bird's stuff, skip ahead to about 1 hr 10 minutes in... I know the lyrics aren't perfect, and I wasn't so sure about the "nausea-ausea-ausea-alation" part, heh, but that's what it sounds like to me (and I like it), but if anyone know the "real" lyrics please, fix them haha.
Man this song is so good though. It's so haunting and beautiful. I can honestly say that I feel Andrew Bird is THE greatest musician ever.
Sweetbreads is something of a disturbing song about eating animals, while I'd call Dark Matter a gentle philosophical questioning, maybe. I wouldn't say Sweetbreads is accusatory, but it definitely can make you feel dead guilty, even in its politeness. Dark Matter is sort of the opposite in that instead of trying to convince you to agree with one idea, it tries to open up your mind and explore lots of different ideas, and any idea or all ideas could possibly be "correct." -What defines "self?" Is it your identity, what you think? Is it what's in your heart, maybe your soul? Both? Are we mapped out in our DNA, and no matter what we do, that's who we are?
Maybe we can't know the answers to these questions, and maybe we shouldn't, but it is worthwhile to ask them anyway. Beautiful song.
Tore all the spines out from all of my self-help books
Made myself a gun that not only shoots
but looks real
Yeah it shoots through steel with rays of dark matter
Someone's catching fire
Rays of dark matter
Noose is loosed around my neck made of DNA
And every day
It grows tighter no matter what you do or say
But you can shoot right through it with rays of dark matter
Just before they kick out, kick out the ladder
And take to running
Like something's catching fire
And you take to running
Oh, no, oh, no