niedziela, 7 grudnia 2008

Never washing spiders down the plughole



Tricky - Dear God

Dear God
Hope you got the message, and
Hope you, you can make it better down here
I don't mean a big reduction in the price of beer
But all the people that you made in your image
See them starving on their feet
'Cause they don't get enough to eat
From God, I can't believe in you
I can't believe in you
Dear God
Sorry to disturb you, but
I feel that I should be heard loud and clear
We all need a big reduction in amount of tears
And all the people that you made in your image
See them fighting in the street
'Cause they can't make opinions meet about God
(...)
Did you make disease
I can't believe
And the diamond blue?
I don't believe
Did you make mankind after we made you?
I can't believe
And the devil too
I don't believe
(...)
If there's one thing I don't believe in
It's you



Radiohead - Fitter happier

Fitter, happier, more productive,
comfortable,
not drinking too much,
regular exercise at the gym
(3 days a week),
getting on better with your associate employee contemporaries,
at ease,
eating well
(no more microwave dinners and saturated fats),
a patient better driver,
a safer car
(baby smiling in back seat),
sleeping well
(no bad dreams),
no paranoia,
careful to all animals
(never washing spiders down the plughole),
keep in contact with old friends
(enjoy a drink now and then),
will frequently check credit at
(moral) bank (hole in the wall),
favors for favors,
fond but not in love,
charity standing orders,
on Sundays ring road supermarket
(no killing moths or putting boiling water on the ants),
car wash
(also on Sundays),
no longer afraid of the dark or midday shadows
nothing so ridiculously teenage and desperate,
nothing so childish - at a better pace,
slower and more calculated,
no chance of escape,
now self-employed,
concerned (but powerless),
an empowered and informed member of society
(pragmatism not idealism),
will not cry in public,
less chance of illness,
tires that grip in the wet
(shot of baby strapped in back seat),
a good memory,
still cries at a good film,
still kisses with saliva,
no longer empty and frantic
like a cat
tied to a stick,
that's driven into
frozen winter shit
(the ability to laugh at weakness),
calm,
fitter,
healthier and more productive
a pig
in a cage
on antibiotics.

4 komentarze:

M pisze...

Tutaj należy pogratulować Dziewczynie i podziękować jej. Bardzo jest trudno odnaleźć spisane teksty Trickyego do niektórych kawałków. Właściwie to dzięki Dziewczynie było mi dane w pełni zrozumieć Drogiego Boga :>

Pozdrawiam

dziewczyna Mallory'ego pisze...

Z "Dear God" nie było źle, dało się znaleźć w necie, ale z "Cross to bear" raczej ciężko :/ Jest taki fragment, którego słucham, słucham i nie mam pojęcia co tam jest, a akurat mnie to strasznie ciekawi. Chyba tylko mistrz idealnie elastycznej błony bębenkowej potrafiłby to rozkminić:D

Anonimowy pisze...

"a pig
in a cage
on antibiotics."

...

o co come on??

dziewczyna Mallory'ego pisze...

Hmm... ;) To się nazywa utrafic pytaniem w tzw. kwintesencję :D