TITLE: Sweetbreads
AUTHOR: Andrew Bird
CD: "Fingerlings"
When I was a little boy
I threw away my action toys
When I became obsessed with Operation
With hearts and minds and certain glands
You learn to keep a steady hand
And thus began a morbid fascination
With sweetbreads
I could taste what you were thinking
Sweetbreads, that's the taste of neurons blinking
Do you wonder where the self resides?
Is it in your head or between your sides?
And who's gonna decide it's true location?
'Cause it's a question for the centuries
From communion to mad cow disease
But is it worthy of a song, or a life's vocation?
(And the sweetest sweetbreads of them all
Within the kingdom of offal
Are sure to cause some silent machinations)
They call them sweetbreads
Does the thought of bile that's red and black
The thought of tongues that taste you back
Fill you with a nauseous elation?
Where a simple trip to the grocery store
Can fill you with an abject horror
Can you taste the misery of those crustaceans?
And the sweetest sweetbreads of them all
Within the kingdom of offal
Are sure to cause some silent machinations
They call them sweetbreads
I could taste what you were thinking
Sweetbreads, that's the taste of neurons blinking
I could taste what you were thinking
Give me your thoughts about sweetbreads
voilà...

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