Maybe it's a Radiohead sunday morning, which is, you know, a copy of the paper with some bad news on the front, yeah. We always thought of this as a sunday morning song, really.
it's all wrapped up in the warmth of the recording and his great voice, but sometimes it just doesn't resolve, which is brilliant and why it's so different. He does these beautiful chords and then they just.
And what he's doing a lot of the time is he doesn't resolve stuff. I always thought it was like Stevie Wonder, that Talking Book era, you get that warmth. So it just sounds like it's always about to resolve, and in a way it never does, which makes it quite floaty and."Įd: "But in terms of the instruments that are played. it never really grounds, or something, never grounds itself. Jonny: "It's very simple and sort of quite pretty, but there's something about the music for me, the chords for me, where it never quite resolves. Intro I got reasons, million reasons (Yeah) Why you gonna die I got reasons. That's sort of the loneliest song on the record, I think." J.i.d & Ludacris) lyrics from Conway The Machine. It's sort of a really lonely song as well. Like you're listening to it from outside the window. You know, I'm singing about a wild storm, but yet the music is very, very soft, you know, and really assuring. I mean, whatever came out lyrically, it was actually supposed to be a sort of celebration of this sort of storm, which is that. That's the happiest I am, in sort of gale, that might just take you up in the air and never come down again. Thom: "My absolute favourite type of weather is force ten gale. Millions of unread and useless words had come to a kind of life in Sheridan Square while the two on the bench wove cross-talk of their own, oblivious, among them." "It was one in the morning, a wind had risen and something curious too had happened as if everyone in the city, simultaneously, had become sick of news of any kind for thousands of newspaper pages blew through the small park on the way crosstown, blundered like pale bats against the trees, tangled themselves around the feet of Rooney and Rachel, and of a bum sleeping across the way. There used to be a field, now thers a lake.īelow the above lyrics, on the same sheet, Thom had also typed an excerpt from the novel 'V' by Thomas Pynchon, which probably had some influence on the song: Ive lost my train of thought, it happens all the time.ĭont recognize us, thinking the wrong thoughts. Watching someopne elses lights on the gangplank.
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Tv ariels bendt double, ina force ten gale. Poisoned or poor no sharp pains or lumps.Ī rare species being wiped out scattered far and wide. Going out o fmy mind, bad fucking vibess. At some point, this piece of paper was fortunately thrown into the audience: He used this sheet during the summer 2002 shows in Spain and Portugal, apparently he couldn't remember all the lyrics yet. This alternate title for this song is “As Dead As Leaves.The following early draft of lyrics was added by Thom at the bottom of a lyric sheet that also featured the finished lyrics of the song. Millions of unread and useless words had come to a kind of life in Sheridan Square while the two on the bench wove cross-talk of their own, oblivious, among them.” “It was one in the morning, a wind had risen and something curious too had happened as if everyone in the city, simultaneously, had become sick of news of any kind for thousands of newspaper pages blew through the small park on the way crosstown, blundered like pale bats against the trees, tangled themselves around the feet of Rooney and Rachel, and of a bum sleeping across the way. There used to be a field, now thers a lake.Īlso included on the sheet is this quote from V, by Thomas Pynchon: Also included on the lyric sheet are what appear to be extended lyrics:
The lyrics above come from a lyric sheet that Thom typed up for one of the Portugal/Spain 2002 shows. This song was premiered in Lisbon, Portugal on July 22, 2002. The roof is pulling off by its fingernails.
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