Two Heads Jefferson Airplane
"Two Heads" by Jefferson Airplane, released in 1969, is a #Rock song that explores themes of duality, consciousness, and the complexity of human experience. The lyrics reflect on the struggle between conflicting thoughts and perceptions. Musically, it features a blend of psychedelic rock elements, characterized by intricate harmonies and a haunting melody. The song captures the era's counterculture spirit, emphasizing self-exploration and the search for identity.
You want two heads on your body
And you've got two mirrors in your hand
Priests are made of brick with gold crosses on a stick
And your nose is too small for this land
Inside your head is your town
Inside your room your jail
Inside your mouth the elephants trunk and booze
The only key to your bail
Want two heads on your body
And you've got two mirrors in your hand
Two heads can be put together
And you can fill both your feet with sand
Noone will know you've gutted your mind
But what will you do with your bloody hands?
Your lions are fighting with chairs
Your arms are incredibly fat;
Your women are tired of dying alive
If you've had any women at that
Wearing your comb like an axe in your head
List'ning for signs of life;
Children are sucking on stone and lead
And chasing their hoops with a knife;
New breasts and jewels for the girl
Keep them polished and shining;
Put a lock on her belly at night, sweet life
For no child of mine
And you've got two mirrors in your hand
Priests are made of brick with gold crosses on a stick
And your nose is too small for this land
Inside your head is your town
Inside your room your jail
Inside your mouth the elephants trunk and booze
The only key to your bail
Want two heads on your body
And you've got two mirrors in your hand
Two heads can be put together
And you can fill both your feet with sand
Noone will know you've gutted your mind
But what will you do with your bloody hands?
Your lions are fighting with chairs
Your arms are incredibly fat;
Your women are tired of dying alive
If you've had any women at that
Wearing your comb like an axe in your head
List'ning for signs of life;
Children are sucking on stone and lead
And chasing their hoops with a knife;
New breasts and jewels for the girl
Keep them polished and shining;
Put a lock on her belly at night, sweet life
For no child of mine
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