I woke up this morning with a bad hangover and my penis
was missing again.
In this song, the Penis represents the Narrator's girlfriend,
and his sexual relationship to her.
He got drunk the night before, woke up, and she wasn't there
anymore.
This happens all the time; it's detachable.
This comes in handy a lot of the time; I can leave it home
when it think it's gonna get me in trouble, or I can rent it out
when I don't need it. But now and then I go to a party, get
drunk, and the next morning, I can't, for the life of me,
remember what I did with it.
He doesn't really give a damn about her--he doesnt want to take
her out places because he doesn't want to "get in trouble" ,
meaning he won't be able to hit on other girls when she's around.
Her relationship to him means so little that he'll "rent her
out" to his friends to fool around with when he's not busy using
her.
First I looked around my apartment, and I couldn't find it , so I called up the place
where the party was, they hadn't seen it either. I asked them
to check the medicine cabinet, 'cause for some reason, I
leave it there sometimes, but not this time.
So I told them if it pops up to let me know. I called a few
people who were at the party, but they were no help either.
He's not even seriously worried of her whereabouts : He looks
around his apartment, when its already clear that she isn' there,
and then he calls up his friends and jokes around with them to
check in the medicine cabinet for her. He's just being a
general ass about the whole thing.
I was starting to get desperate I really don't like being
without my penis for too long, It makes me feel like less of a
man, and I really hate having to sit down every time
I take a leak.
Then he starts to actually miss her, to actually care.
But for the wrong reasons--He doesn't feel like a man
cause he doesn't have his woman at his side to answer
his beck and call. Having to sit down on the toilet
represents him having to masturbate because she's not
around to be his sex slave.
After a few hours of searching the house, and calling
everyone I could think of, I was starting to get very
depressed, so I went to the Kiev and ate breakfast.
He begins getting frantic, and goes to the Kiev to
distract himself.
Then as I walked down Second Avenue, toward's St. Mark's
Place, where all those people sell used books and other
junk on the street, I saw my penis lying on a blanket next to
a broken toaster oven-some guy was selling it!
He makes up a story about how she was with some pimp, selling
her body out with the other trash on the street.
I had to buy it off him. He wanted 22 bucks, but I talked him
down to 17. I took it home, washed it off, and put it back
on.
He saying she isn't worth much of anything to him, and even
when he got her back, he wouldnt touch her till she cleaned
herself up.
I was happy again: complete. People sometimes tell me
I should get it permanently attached, but I don't know. Even
though sometimes it's a pain in the ass, I like having a
detachable penis.
He's gained his "happiness" back again, in being able to
be king over her. People tell him that he should settle down,
stop going after other women, remain faithful to her and
treat her the way she needs to be treated. But, he's not going
to change, even though he knows there's problems with it, he
likes it to be that way.
Critque of Interp submitted by Eugene:
In this song, the Penis represents the Narrator's girlfriend, and his
sexual relationship to her. He got drunk the
night before, woke up, and she wasn't there anymore.
WHAT? I think you read too much into this. Obviously Narrator has
prosthetic genitalia. Maybe result of birth defect or auto accident. He
has misplaced it, much as someone might lose their contacts.
This happens all the time; it's detachable. This comes in handy a lot of
the time; I can leave it home when it think
it's gonna get me in trouble, or I can rent it out when I don't need it.
But now and then I go to a party, get drunk,
and the next morning, I can't, for the life of me, remember what I did
with it.
He doesn't really give a damn about her--he doesnt want to take her out
places because he doesn't want to "get
in trouble" , meaning he won't be able to hit on other girls when she's
around. Her relationship to him means so
little that he'll "rent her out" to his friends to fool around with when
he's not busy using her.
WHAAAT?? Obviously Narrator is expressing healthy attitude towards his
artificial dick, pointing out its advantages while acknowledging its
shortcomings, as it were.
First I looked around my apartment, and I couldn't find it , so I called
up the place where the party was, they
hadn't seen it either. I asked them to check the medicine cabinet, 'cause
for some reason, I leave it there
sometimes, but not this time. So I told them if it pops up to let me know.
I called a few people who were at the
party, but they were no help either.
He's not even seriously worried of her whereabouts : He looks around his
apartment, when its already clear that
she isn' there, and then he calls up his friends and jokes around with
them to check in the medicine cabinet for her.
He's just being a general ass about the whole thing.
WHAATWHATWHATTT!?? The Narrator is just looking for his dick! A medicine
cabinet is a perfectly plausible place to look for it. That's where most
people keep their prosthetics/sex toys anyway. Geezzz!
I was starting to get desperate I really don't like being without my penis
for too long, It makes me feel like less of
a man, and I really hate having to sit down every time I take a leak.
Then he starts to actually miss her, to actually care. But for the wrong
reasons--He doesn't feel like a man
cause he doesn't have his woman at his side to answer his beck and call.
Having to sit down on the toilet
represents him having to masturbate because she's not around to be his sex
slave.
After a few hours of searching the house, and calling everyone I could
think of, I was starting to get very
depressed, so I went to the Kiev and ate breakfast.
He begins getting frantic, and goes to the Kiev to distract himself.
Maybe he was hungry?
Then as I walked down Second Avenue, toward's St. Mark's Place, where all
those people sell used books and
other junk on the street, I saw my penis lying on a blanket next to a
broken toaster oven-some guy was selling it!
He makes up a story about how she was with some pimp, selling her body out
with the other trash on the street.
Why do you assume all street dealers are pimps? Many of them are honest,
hardworking merchants. Obviously this enterprising individual saw a market
for this item.
I had to buy it off him. He wanted 22 bucks, but I talked him down to 17.
I took it home, washed it off, and put it
back on.
He saying she isn't worth much of anything to him, and even when he got
her back, he wouldnt touch her till she
cleaned herself up.
Hey man.. Maybe this guy has a sense of personal hygiene? You're supposed
to wash severed organs before putting them back on!
I was happy again: complete. People sometimes tell me I should get it
permanently attached, but I don't know.
Even though sometimes it's a pain in the ass, I like having a detachable
penis.
He's gained his "happiness" back again, in being able to be king over her.
People tell him that he should settle
down, stop going after other women, remain faithful to her and treat her
the way she needs to be treated. But,
he's not going to change, even though he knows there's problems with it,
he likes it to be that way.
WHat!What! Permanent penile reattachment costs $$$$$$$! Why risk the
possible infection and botched surgery? This guy's obviously OK with his
dick.
I was reading through your interp of "Detachable Penis"...have a few thoughts.. I am thinking that instead of his girlfriend that the detachable penis represts a lost sex drive, how when you get high or drunk, it goes up, but then when you wake up and sober up, it's gone. he says he can go out and buy one, like score some drugs or go out to a bar. I think the strong sexual overtones in King Missiles Music are really repressed anger about having no sex drive.. That's just my opinion though...
I woke up this morning with a bad hangover and my penis was missing again.
Submitted By Jenn :