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June 8, 2005
A leering to close
And now, to cap off a black night of billowing blather and bilge, and more or less just because I like the homage, the highlight, the momentary reflective hiss, and as we’ve done it precedentedly and recurringly, it seems verged and in pose to become “just a thing we do here,” another one-a the bumpkin customs we carry on with ‘round these parts>>I box up and slide in here what I’ve been so lustily loving lyric-wise lately. From Radiohead (Amnesiac, who is so monsterly genius.
“Knives Out”
I want you to know
He’s not coming back
Look into my eyes
I’m not coming back
So knives out
Catch the mouse
Don’t look down
Shove it in your mouth
If you’d been a dog
They would’ve drowned
you at birth
Look into my eyes
It’s the only way you’ll
know I’m telling the truth
So knives out
Cook him up
Squash his head
Put him in the pot
I want you to know
He’s not coming back
He’s bloated and frozen
Still there’s no point
in letting it go to waste
So knives out
Catch the mouse
Squash his head
Put him in the pot
“I Might Be Wrong”
I might be wrong
I might be wrong
I could have sworn
I saw a light coming on
I used to think
I used to think
There was no future left at all
I used to think
Start again begin again
Let’s go down to the waterfall
Have ourselves a good time
It’s nothing at all
Nothing at all
What would I do?
What would I do?
If I did not have you?
Open up and let me in
Let’s go down to the waterfall
Have ourselves a good time
It’s nothing at all
Nothing at all
Posted by peligrito at June 8, 2005 5:13 AM
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