Sweetmatter Songtext
von Andrew Bird

When I was just a little boy
I threw away all of my action toys
While I became obsessed with operation

With hearts and minds and certain glands
You gotta learn to keep a steady hand
And thus began my morbid fascination


Sweet oh, oh, oh sweetbreads
I could taste what you were thinking
Sweet, oh, oh sweet, sweetbreads
That′s the taste of neurons blinkin'

Do you wonder where the self resides
Is it in your head or between your sides?
Who′ll be the one who will decide its true location?

It's a question for the centuries
From communion to mad cow disease
It worthy of the song, all life's vocation?


Sweet oh, oh, oh sweetbreads
I could taste what you were thinking
Oh-oh sweet, oh sweetbreads
That′s the taste of neurons blinkin′, blinkin', blinkin′