Slowly we unfurl,
As lotus flowers,
‘Cause all I want is the moon upon a stick.
Just to see what if,
Just to see what is.
Transport, motorways and tramlines,
Starting and then stopping,
Taking off and landing,
The emptiest of feelings,
Disappointed people, clinging on to bottles,
And when it comes it’s so, so, disappointing.
Let down and hanging around,
Crushed like a bug in the ground.
Let down and hanging around.
Shell smashed, juices flowing
Wings twitch, legs are going,
Don’t get sentimental, it always ends up drivel.
One day, I am gonna grow wings,
A chemical reaction,
Hysterical and useless
Hysterical and
Let down and hanging around,
Crushed like a bug in the ground.
Let down and hanging around.
In Rainbows: Nude
-Radiohead
The multi-tracked falsetto at the beginning and end is so lovely.
The Best of Radiohead (The Bends): High and Dry
-Radiohead
Even though Yorke once said “It’s not bad… it’s very bad”, about this poppy number, I think there’s a nice innocence to the sound that doesn’t appear too often in Radiohead’s earlier work.
