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Two-Headed Boy: A Song Review

Two-Headed Boy (song) by Neutral Milk Hotel

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

Two headed boy
There is 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

I think the main question is "What's a two-headed boy?" Is he someone who can't make up his mind? Is he someone who lost his way? Is he a freak of nature? The poet is trying to remember him through sounds and signals. It appears that the two-headed boy is the poet's alter ego. Is he someone whom the poet could have become? wished he had become?

I like playing this song when I'm too busy to go outside. It seems like my always ready alibi. I can always listen to hear where you are, and catch your signals in the dark. Don't worry. What I need is just downstairs, "wrapped in gold silver sleeves", underneath the christmas tree.

Is the two-headed boy a ghost? "All floating in glass" and "who's floating and choking" means he's a forever presence. Is the two-headed boy a regretful decision? Is it something that waits for acceptance or forgiveness?

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