There was always these songs that were connecting me over and over again. Most of them are Radiohead… for the longest time this is how it goes over and over again…
There's a gap in between
There's a gap where we meet
Where I end and you begin
And I'm sorry for us
The dinosaurs roam the earth
The sky turns green
Where I end and you begin
I am up in the clouds
And then he sings… And I can't and I can't come down… this weird part in the song where he then says…
X'll mark the place
And I don’t know what that means when I hear it…
And then this other lyric from “There, There”
There's always a siren
Singing you to shipwreck
Which I know over and over again. Until later on I am walking around in the hot sun of Palm Springs looking for the all black charger that we rented, thinking fuck, we got to get this son of bitch cooled down. I can listen to “a Drunken punch up at a wedding”
But the line that sticks… is
Hypocrite, opportunist
Sometimes I think this is the forgotten album.
I like these sort of things. Walking around with Radiohead songs in my head sort of playing out the theme songs of my life… but here is where it really happens when I listen to “everything in its right place”
I’m walking around the island with Finn in the Bob and trying to put him to sleep, I am driving down the wrong sides of the street. I am in Belgium writing poems for my dad and my sisters and my mother. And there is this lyric “yesterday I woke up sucking a lemon”
The best perhaps is Kid A..
It starts out slow with a child harmony, then moves into something darker with a drum beat that you have never heard before. Followed by some more childish tunes that explode into a new music. It is a pretty great song that goes big and small at the same time.
The lyrics covet the darkness…
I slipped away
I slipped on a little white lie
We got heads on sticks
You got ventriloquists
We got heads on sticks
You got ventriloquists
These are such great songs that fall to sleep over and over again in the music of time.
But then there is this one song
My expectation has my mouth run dry
I see a bitch run but I doubt she know why
I doubt she know fire
But I could introduce
All it takes is matches and just a little juice
All your flow patches your brains fucked up
Ya looked like you been baked too much
You could bake too much
I think too much
It's why I take it off and be the dog when we fuck
Bitch watch me take a shower, put powder on your butt
That lines for me do not touch
You could wear them heels but just don't touch the clothes
Another fifteen minutes put more powder up your nose
It's all blurred out aye bitch I can't see ya
Turning shit around, maybe I should leave ya
It's all blurred out aye bitch I can't see ya
Turning things around, baby I should leave ya
Ok, maybe I should go
But where's there to go
I walk for half an hour
Bitch I don't know
I go anywhere, I'm not going home
And the headlights in the night look bright
I'm done I'm bored I'm sick of this night
Heather get the knife
I can't feel it, no
I can't feel shit
And when the sun rises we be watching
Top of the mountain, John boy smoking
Long way from the ground sure ain't bad
Gimme a hit of that, lemme hit the crack
It's all blurred out aye bitch I can't see ya
Turning shit around, maybe I should leave ya
It's all blurred out aye bitch I can't see ya
Turning things around, baby I should leave ya
Really nice son, fuck you talking about
I'm trying to numb the pain til my brain falls out
I'm a city nigga I was born in the streets
And I grew up and I knew I could perform in the streets
Now in the wood, still can't sleep
Me and my dog lay and wait for weeks
My eyes don't close, he don't bark, I don't speak
Try to disappear so the nigga don't ease
It's all blurred out aye bitch I can't see ya
Turning shit around, maybe I should leave ya
It's all blurred out aye bitch I can't see ya
Turning things around, baby I should leave ya
Aye, yeah hey John boy, I know you feel what I'm slaying out there
I know you see motherfuckers and be like
What you suicidal about? I bring it
It's like people say we all gonna die
But me is different I'm not trying to be alive
I's try to get high
Baby that's just my desire
Now I'm pulling a sheet over my face before I die
It's all blurred out aye bitch I can't see ya
Turning shit around, maybe I should leave ya
It's all blurred out aye bitch I can't see ya
Turning things around, baby I should leave ya
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