Vivi nella spazzatura. Letteralmente.
Sei la stessa sostanza che utilizzi per imballare, distruggere e creare.
Con chi dormi la notte? Cosa acquisti, cosa vendi, cosa rubi.
Confondi il calore della pelle col freddo della plastica, con la fragilità del vetro.
E se uno squarcio di realtà apparisse nel cielo di plastica sopra la tua testa, sapresti quando alzare lo sguardo?
Yorke la scrisse di getto, forse da ubriaco, trovando in seguito buffe molte parole da egli utilizzate. Dopo qualche tempo però, lo stress per registrarla e per interpretarla fu tale che numerose volte scoppiò in lacrime senza sapere il motivo.
Come se una sorta di messaggio subliminale lo colpisse dritto nel cervello senza preavviso.
Il potere della musica è anche questo. Anche quando ti prende a calci ne apprezzi la spontaneità che ha nei tuoi riguardi.
Avviene con calma e sofferente attesa, il momento in cui dolcemente Fake Plastic Trees ti chiede ciò che tu non vuoi ti sia chiesto.
È amara, ma tu la ami lo stesso. Come ami chi ti fa del male.
Elenco tracce e testi
01 Fake Plastic Trees (04:52)
A green plastic watering can
For a fake Chinese rubber plant
In the fake plastic earth
That she bought from a rubber man
In a town full of rubber plans
To get rid of itself
It wears her out, it wears her out
It wears her out, it wears her out
She lives with a broken man
A cracked polystyrene man
Who just crumbles and burns
He used to do surgery
For girls in the eighties
But gravity always wins
And it wears him out, it wears him out
It wears him out, it wears him out
She looks like the real thing
She tastes like the real thing
My fake plastic love
But I can't help the feeling
I could blow through the ceiling
If I just turn and run
And it wears me out, it wears me out
It wears me out, it wears me out
And if I could be who you wanted
If I could be who you wanted
All the time, all the time
02 India Rubber (03:26)
Did it all for you to say
You never wanted me that way
Now the dogs have had their meat
I think I'll go plug in the mains
I tumble like a clown
Before your baying hounds
I supplicate myself
Into your hands
When you spare a make-up smile
I'm instantly your biggest fan
How I was to know that
You practised it beforehand?
I tumble like a clown
Before your baying hounds
I supplicate myself
Into your hands
03 How Can You Be Sure? (04:21)
Seen all good things and bad
Running down the hill
All so battered and brought to the ground
I am hungry again, I am drunk again
All the money I owe to my friends
When I'm like this
How can you be smiling, singing
How can you be sure?
How can you be sure?
If you walk out the door
Will I see you again?
If so much of me lies in your eyes
I am hungry again, I am drunk again
All the money I owe to my friends
When I'm like this
How can you be smiling, singing
How can you be sure I don't want you?
How can you be sure I don't want you?
How can you be sure I don't want you?
How can you be sure I don't want you?
I don't want you, I don't want you anymore
I don't want you, I don't want you anymore
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