Pandora was kicking some serious ass today on the YYY's station, and it threw out this little gem from my Artist of the Decade (00-09), which I hadn't heard in quite a long time. I love the song's emotional, borderline-psychotic lyrics, combined with Thom's typical (and oh-so-endearing) oddness in this live performance.
I have this sort of fantasy about many of Radiohead's songs being written by a sociopath with serial killer potential. Seriously though, how many of Thom Yorke's songs can you name that are about tender, innocent romance? The ones that have any sort of romantic theme whatsoever are more the sinister, obsessive kind - like the I-would-carry-a-vial-of-your-blood-in-my-pocket kind of romance. Like Angelina and Billy Bob. Like Marilyn Manson and - well, ANYONE he dates. It's the kind of romance where maybe for half a minute you're thinking that degree of intensity and devotion is kinda sweet, but then you're just completely freaked out by it. And then you promptly change your number and e-mail address. And potentially your name, too.
I'll drown my beliefs
To have your babies
I'll dress like your niece
To wash your swollen feet
Just don't leave
Don't leave
I'm not living
I'm just killing time
Your tiny hands
Your crazy kitten smile
Just don't leave
Don't leave
And true love waits
In haunted attics
And true love lives
On lollipops and crisps
Just don't leave
Don't leave
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