Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Too much, too bright, too powerful

Appliances have gone berserk
I cannot keep up
Treading on people's toes
Snot-nosed little fools

And I can't face the evening straight
And you can offer me escape
Houses live and houses speak
If you take me there you'll get relief
Believe, relief, believe

(Thom Yorke solo acoustic - Last Flowers Till the Hospital)

From an old version of radiohead.com: "last flowers till the hospital is a sign discovered in oxford -my unhealthy obsession with these institutions. analysts may get the connection. ambulances scream past my house at all hours of the day and night like the confessionals of Larkin's Ambulances."

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