this is pretty nifty, in my opinion.
ok, so i was at ateaseweb.com reading the radiohead message boards as i always do, and happened upon what i thought to be an intriguing thread. it is the whole Amnesiac album written as an essay... so, im going to post it here... i know, its going to be pretty long, but its worth it. and i dont care if no one comments; i posted this for my own personal pleasure.
I will write amnesiac as a written essay, I won't repeat any verses or phrases. It is very interesting to read.
Amnesiac: Partial or total loss of memory
After years of waiting, nothing came. As your life flashed before your eyes, you realise that you're looking in the wrong place. I'm a reasonable man, get off my case.
I jumped in the river, what did I see? Black-eyed angels swam with me, a moon full of stars, astral cars and all the figures I used to see. All my lovers were there with me, all my past and futures and we all went to heaven in a little row boat... There was nothing to fear and nothing to doubt.
There are front doors and there are revolving doors. Doors in the rudders of big ships. There are doors that open by themselves, there are sliding doors and there are secret doors. There are doors that lock and doors that don't. There are doors that let you in and out but never exit. But there are trap doors that you can't come back from.
Come on, come on, You think you drive me crazy? You and whose army? You and your croonies? Come on, come on, Holy roman empire. Come on if you think you can take us on, you forget so easy... We ride tonight, ghost horses.
I Might Be Wrong, I could've sworn I saw a light coming on. I used to think there is no future left at all. Start again, begin again. Think about the good times and never look back. What would I do if I did not have you?, open up and let me in. Let's go down the waterfall have ourselves a good time it's nothing at all.
I want you to know that he's not coming back, look into my eyes, I'm not coming back. So Knives Out, catch the mouse and don't look down, shove it in your mouth. If you'd been a dog they would have drown you at birth. Look into my eyes, it's the only way you'll know that i'm telling you the truth. 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 and put him in the pot.
The Morning Bell, light another candle and release me. You can keep the funiture and the bump on the head. Howling down the chimney, release me please. Where'd you park the car, the clothes are on the lawn with the furniture. And I might as well sleepy jack the fire drill round and round. Cut the kids in half.
There are better things to talk about, be constructive, bear witness we can use with your blues. Even when he turn the water blue, why don't you quiet down?. Oh no they're in your way, come on I know the right things to say, oh yeah everytime democracy pays. So we're on the streets now, It's all over the streets at night. Get me out of here...! All over! (Quiet down). We are the Dollars and Cents and the pounds and pence and the mark and the yen and yeah we're gonna gonna crack your little souls.
While you make pretty speeches, I'm being cut to shreds. You feed me to the lions, a delicate balance when this just feels Like Spinning Plates. I am living in cloud cuckoo land, our bodies floating down the muddy river.
Once again, I'm in trouble with my only friend, she is papering the window panes and she is putting on a smile... Once again, packed like frozen food and battery hens, think about all the starving millions, don't talk politics and dont throw stones, your "royal highness". We are hungry for a lynching and thats a strange mistake to make, you should turn the other cheek, Living in a Glasshouse. Well of course i'd like to sit around, chat and chew the fat... But someone listening in.
Posted: Mar 29 2004, 10:35 PM by Buenfil
I will write amnesiac as a written essay, I won't repeat any verses or phrases. It is very interesting to read.
Amnesiac: Partial or total loss of memory
After years of waiting, nothing came. As your life flashed before your eyes, you realise that you're looking in the wrong place. I'm a reasonable man, get off my case.
I jumped in the river, what did I see? Black-eyed angels swam with me, a moon full of stars, astral cars and all the figures I used to see. All my lovers were there with me, all my past and futures and we all went to heaven in a little row boat... There was nothing to fear and nothing to doubt.
There are front doors and there are revolving doors. Doors in the rudders of big ships. There are doors that open by themselves, there are sliding doors and there are secret doors. There are doors that lock and doors that don't. There are doors that let you in and out but never exit. But there are trap doors that you can't come back from.
Come on, come on, You think you drive me crazy? You and whose army? You and your croonies? Come on, come on, Holy roman empire. Come on if you think you can take us on, you forget so easy... We ride tonight, ghost horses.
I Might Be Wrong, I could've sworn I saw a light coming on. I used to think there is no future left at all. Start again, begin again. Think about the good times and never look back. What would I do if I did not have you?, open up and let me in. Let's go down the waterfall have ourselves a good time it's nothing at all.
I want you to know that he's not coming back, look into my eyes, I'm not coming back. So Knives Out, catch the mouse and don't look down, shove it in your mouth. If you'd been a dog they would have drown you at birth. Look into my eyes, it's the only way you'll know that i'm telling you the truth. 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 and put him in the pot.
The Morning Bell, light another candle and release me. You can keep the funiture and the bump on the head. Howling down the chimney, release me please. Where'd you park the car, the clothes are on the lawn with the furniture. And I might as well sleepy jack the fire drill round and round. Cut the kids in half.
There are better things to talk about, be constructive, bear witness we can use with your blues. Even when he turn the water blue, why don't you quiet down?. Oh no they're in your way, come on I know the right things to say, oh yeah everytime democracy pays. So we're on the streets now, It's all over the streets at night. Get me out of here...! All over! (Quiet down). We are the Dollars and Cents and the pounds and pence and the mark and the yen and yeah we're gonna gonna crack your little souls.
While you make pretty speeches, I'm being cut to shreds. You feed me to the lions, a delicate balance when this just feels Like Spinning Plates. I am living in cloud cuckoo land, our bodies floating down the muddy river.
Once again, I'm in trouble with my only friend, she is papering the window panes and she is putting on a smile... Once again, packed like frozen food and battery hens, think about all the starving millions, don't talk politics and dont throw stones, your "royal highness". We are hungry for a lynching and thats a strange mistake to make, you should turn the other cheek, Living in a Glasshouse. Well of course i'd like to sit around, chat and chew the fat... But someone listening in.
Posted: Mar 29 2004, 10:35 PM by Buenfil