This song seems to imply the subjectivity of perspective. Most people seem to be ignoring my favorite lines at the beginning:
"Sleight of hand can't separate your body from the dirt your standing on today."
This seems to mean that we're all the same, we're all made of the same stuff, the only difference is the viewpoint we take when we're looking. This is a common theme of Brock's and it reminds me of stuff by Vonnegut. In Slaughter-House Five he says that everyone is the same (why his books never have antagonists), and in Cat's Cradle the religion he creates refers to everything as transformed mud that can walk and see. This mirrors the idea that we're inseparable from the dirt we're standing on.
Brock is using this detached perspective to look at human relationships. Everyone is the icing on the cake. Sometimes it's a good thing and sometimes it's not. We bring our own biases into any interaction and Brock recognizes that. There are multiple sides to the coin and it's easy to forget that the things we enjoy and the things that annoy us are often one and the same, and we forget how mercurial we are, how quickly we change moods.
As for the part at the end I'm not sure, but the grave digging ties in nicely with imagery of the "underground" and "the dirty we're standing on."
This song seems to imply the subjectivity of perspective. Most people seem to be ignoring my favorite lines at the beginning:
"Sleight of hand can't separate your body from the dirt your standing on today."
This seems to mean that we're all the same, we're all made of the same stuff, the only difference is the viewpoint we take when we're looking. This is a common theme of Brock's and it reminds me of stuff by Vonnegut. In Slaughter-House Five he says that everyone is the same (why his books never have antagonists), and in Cat's Cradle the religion he creates refers to everything as transformed mud that can walk and see. This mirrors the idea that we're inseparable from the dirt we're standing on.
Brock is using this detached perspective to look at human relationships. Everyone is the icing on the cake. Sometimes it's a good thing and sometimes it's not. We bring our own biases into any interaction and Brock recognizes that. There are multiple sides to the coin and it's easy to forget that the things we enjoy and the things that annoy us are often one and the same, and we forget how mercurial we are, how quickly we change moods.
As for the part at the end I'm not sure, but the grave digging ties in nicely with imagery of the "underground" and "the dirty we're standing on."