History = Biography
Biography = Psychology
It is all in our heads. And what a twisted web inside that deep, dark cavern. Yes, "people are tricky, no doubt." I should know, I am one of them.
This morning I awake with that Neutral Milk Hotel song "Two-Headed Boy" running thru my head. The singer, singing the song about a two-headed boy, is also a two-headed boy, and the listener, listening to the song is a two-headed boy too. 2 x 2 x 2 = Human Conundrum.
Two heads. Always of two (at least) minds. Twisted. Contradictory. Complicated.
Sure, it's a great song, a great record, "In the Aeroplane Over the Sea"(1998). One of the amazing records I have totally, madly & deeply delved into and lived with over the last year. A strange, wonderful, wild, raw and exhilarating blast of creativity. A shiny, spiky, uncommon beast. A carnival side-show of a record. A bit of a two-headed boy itself.
"Two-headed boy
All floating in glass
The sun it has passed, now it's blacker than black
I can hear as you tap on your jar
I am listening to hear where you are
I am listening to hear where you are
Two-headed boy
Put on Sunday shoes
And dance 'round the room to accordion keys
With the needle that sings in your heart
Catching signals that sound in the dark
Catching signals that sound in the dark
We will take off our clothes
And they'll be placing fingers through the notches in your spine
And when all is breaking everything that you could keep inside
Now your eyes ain't moving now, they just lay there in their climb
Two-headed boy
With pulleys and weights
Creating a radio play just for two
In the parlor with a moon across her face
And through the music he sweetly displays
Silver speakers that sparkle all day
Made for his lover who's floating
And choking with her hands across her face
And in the dark we will take off our clothes
And they'll be placing fingers through the notches in your spine
And when all is breaking everything that you could keep inside
Now your eyes ain't moving now, they just lay there in their climb
Two-headed boy
There's no reason to grieve
The world that you need is wrapped in gold silver sleeves
Left beneath Christmas trees in the snow
And I will take you and leave you alone
Watching spirals of white softly flow
Over your eyelids and all you did
Will wait until the point when you let go"
- Jeff Mangum
