A Momentary Lapse In Reason

Why do I like Radiohead so much? I’m going to rant using ONLY Radiohead song lines.

Don’t get any big ideas,they’re not gonna happenNow that you’ve found it, it’s gone…Now that you feel it, you don’t…You’ve gone off the rails…

I’d tell all my friends but they’d never believe me…They’d think that I’d finally lost it completely…I’d show them the stars and the meaning of life…They’d shut me away…But I’d be alright, alright.

When I am king, you will be first against the wall…With your opinion which is of no consequence at all…What’s that…? (I may be paranoid, but no android)…What’s that…? (I may be paranoid, but no android)

The para that plays through my mind most often. You guys seen that look I give? The “I’m confused and disgusted” look? This is what’s playing in my head then:

That’s it, sir…You’re leaving…The crackle of pigskin…The dust and the screaming…The yuppies networking…The panic, the vomit…The panic, the vomit…God loves his children, God loves his children, yeah!

And either way you turn…I’ll be there…Open up your skull…I’ll be there
Climbing up the walls

drag him out the window
dragging out your dead
singing i miss you
snakes and ladders
flip the lid
out pops the cracker
smacks you in the head
knifes you in the neck
kicks you in the teeth
steel toe caps
takes all your credit cards
step up get the gunge
get the eggs
get the flan in the face
the flan in the face
the flan in the face
dance you fucker dance you fucker
don’t you dare
don’t you dare
don’t you flan in the face
take it with the love its given
take it with a pinch of salt
take it to the taxman
let me back let me back
i promise to be good
don’t look in the mirror
at the face you don’t recognize
help me call the doctor
put me inside
put me inside
put me inside
put me inside
put me inside

i keep the wolf from the door
but he calls me up
calls me on the phone
tells me all the ways that he’s gonna mess me up
steal all my children
if i don’t pay the ransom
but i’ll never see him again
if i squeal to the cops

walking like a giant crane and
with my x ray eyes i strip you naked
(Harish: No, I don’t)
in a tight little world and are you on the list?
stepford wives who are we to complain?
investments and dealers investments and dealers
cold wives and mistresses.
cold wives and sunday papers.
city boys in 1st class
don’t know we’re born
just know someone else is gonna come and clean it up
born and raised for the job
oh I wish you’d get up
go over get up go over and turn this tape off.

i keep the wolf from the door
but he calls me up
calls me on the phone
tells me all the ways that hes gonna mess me up
steal all my children
if i don’t pay the ransom
but i’ll never see him again
if i squeal to the cops

AND… SOMETHING NON-RADIOHEAD TO FINISH:

REMEMBER, REMEMBER THE 5TH OF NOVEMBER!

It’s coming near…

I’ve finally lost it? Thanks for the talk, Ashwin.

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One response to “A Momentary Lapse In Reason

  1. Wonko the Sane, or "Guess Who Kiddies", or, Oneiros, or, Dream of the endless

    Join the club.

    Also, now you deserve to wear a shirt in public saying “I’M BLOGGING THIS”

    Or the THF National Motto: I’m in ur skullz, climbing ur walls.

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