Trepanation
Andrew Bird Lyrics


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It's funny to me watching all these young people
trying to get together
I see them scanning the room for their
supposed romantic ideal
They're looking for those with
similar markations
And a glance
they'll try to steal

But I've noticed an alarming trend
toward specialization
All these subcultures going public
with their plea
I understand people need a reason
to get together
God help us all if it turns out to be
elective surgery

[chorus:]
When she says:
I like long walks and sci-fi movies
You're six foot tall and east coast bred
Some night when we're together
I'll tie your wrists with leather
And drill a tiny hole into your head

I once knew this girl
Banana curls
I could not comprehend the
Things she said to me
Casually
I'd really be offended

Now I'm all too shocked
Like a god damned rock
And I've grown quite weary
of single's ads
like stripes and plaids
It's no fad, she really proved my theory

[chorus]

When I saw her ad, I read it twice
No heavy drugs, no body lice
In search of non-smoking
pet-loving clean-cut guy
who's nice
I think you'll do just fine
I think you'll suffice

[chorus]

We're the trepe-na-nation single's club of america!
And it won't be long until we go worldwide
If you're a clean living like-minded soul




Wanna meet nice people with cranial holes
And touch upon the truth that lies inside

Overall Meaning

Andrew Bird's song Trepanation is a commentary on the modern dating scene and the trend towards niche subcultures. Bird observes the young people in the room scanning for someone with "similar markations" and "glance they'll try to steal" in order to find their perfect romantic match. However, Bird also notes that there is an "alarming trend toward specialization" and "subcultures going public with their plea." He fears that if people's reason for getting together is elective surgery, then "God help us all."


In the chorus, the lyrics take a darker turn as Bird portrays a woman who likes "long walks and sci-fi movies" and declares that she will "drill a tiny hole into your head" when they're together. The song mocks the absurdity of personal ads and people's attempts to find love through narrow criteria. Bird's verses are a commentary on people putting on a facade to fit into a certain subculture in order to find someone to love, while the chorus satirizes how people reduce their desires and relationships to mere physical characteristics.


Line by Line Meaning

It's funny to me watching all these young people trying to get together
The singer observes young people looking for love and sees it as amusing.


I see them scanning the room for their supposed romantic ideal
The singer observes the young people looking for a specific type of person.


They're looking for those with similar markations
The young people are looking for others who have certain physical or personal traits in common with them.


And a glance they'll try to steal
The young people are making quick evaluations of potential partners based on their appearance.


But I've noticed an alarming trend toward specialization
The artist has observed a concerning shift towards people narrowing down their interests and only socializing with people who share those specific interests.


All these subcultures going public with their plea
Different subcultures are making themselves known and requesting to interact with and be recognized by others.


I understand people need a reason to get together
The singer acknowledges people's need to connect based on shared interests or experiences.


God help us all if it turns out to be elective surgery
The artist is making a joke, saying that if people have to resort to elective surgery to find common ground, it would be extreme and unnecessary.


When she says: I like long walks and sci-fi movies
The artist is quoting someone's personal ad, which mentions their interests.


You're six foot tall and east coast bred
The person being addressed has certain physical characteristics that are relevant to the artist.


Some night when we're together I'll tie your wrists with leather
The singer is describing a sexual fantasy involving domination and restraint.


And drill a tiny hole into your head
The artist is suggesting performing trepanation (a medical procedure associated with drilling into the skull) during a sexual encounter.


I once knew this girl Banana curls
The singer is reminiscing about a girl they knew who had curly hair.


I could not comprehend the Things she said to me Casually
The singer had difficulty understanding the things the girl said to them in a casual manner.


Now I'm all too shocked Like a god damned rock
The singer is now very surprised, to a degree that's hard to put into words.


And I've grown quite weary of single's ads like stripes and plaids
The artist is tired of seeing people narrowly expressing their interests in dating profiles.


It's no fad, she really proved my theory
The artist's theory about people limiting themselves in dating is supported by the girl's behavior.


When I saw her ad, I read it twice No heavy drugs, no body lice In search of non-smoking pet-loving clean-cut guy who's nice
The singer is reading a dating profile that seems particularly concerning with the lack of red flags that are included.


I think you'll do just fine I think you'll suffice
The singer thinks they may be a good match for the person being described in the profile.


We're the trepe-na-nation single's club of america! And it won't be long until we go worldwide If you're a clean living like-minded soul Wanna meet nice people with cranial holes And touch upon the truth that lies inside
The final lines are an advertisement for a fictional club that brings together clean-living people who are interested in trepanation.




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Jim Shields

Interesting to see how much it changed from this into the song on Mysterious Production of Eggs. This one is over-the-top with an almost Rocky Horror comical quality. In Fake Palindromes, the references are much more obscure and it feels like subtle word play and indirect references to something creepy going on, like looking through the slats on the wall of a barn at a scene within illuminated by a single bare bulb swinging on its cord as if set in motion before you arrived by a sudden violent collision in the now-quiet barn. I like them both, and it is very cool to hear the earlier version.

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