Here’s a song. It is perhaps the best song ever. Really.
This “Two-Headed Boy” by Neutral Milk Hotel - one of my favorite bands ever. It’s played mostly on the downstroke with barre chords that start on the second fret. And it rules my shoes. Lyrics, anyone?
Two-Headed Boy
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 played 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.
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.





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