Cruciformity

sorry, it’s been a while since i last posted. i’ve been finding it difficult to find the time - it seems like there’s always something important to do...

Just yesterday, Radiohead released their latest album - someone i read said that it’s possibly their finest work yet.  Now he’s reserved his judgement and this is usually a good thing, but experience says that radiohead albums only get better the more you listen. Let me say without equivocation - this is a GOOD album. Inspired by the early stuff, made room for by Kid A and Amnesiac, what Hail to the Thief was trying to be and what The Eraser couldn’t be - ‘In Rainbows’ is a gem.

And if the music isn’t cool enough - what only to adds to the coolness is that they’ve skipped the middle man and are offering it through their own website. This means that no one had access to the music before anyone else. AND it’s all for the price of… well, whatever you want to pay! That’s right, they’re mavericks, breaking social conventions. Cool.

Here are the lyrics for one of the songs that I really like - Faust ARP. Don’t ask me what the title means or, for that matter, what any of the lyrics really mean; they’re notoriously impenetrable. But, if you cross your eyes a little, I think you’ll get the idea. They serve, I think, as a collage of words and spell out experiences that people all relate to.

Have a read. But even better download (if you can) and have a listen: www.radiohead.com. I’d love to hear your comments!

Wakey wakey
rise and shine
it’s on again, off again, on again
watch me fall
like dominos
in pretty patterns
Fingers in the blackbird pie
i’m tingling tingling tingling
it’s what you feel now
what you ought to, what you ought to
reasonable and sensible
dead from the neck up
because im stuffed, stuffed, stuffed
we thought you had it in you
but no, no, no
for no real reason

Squeeze the tubes and empty bottles
take a bow take a bow take a bow
it’s what you feel now
what you ought to
what you ought to
an elephant thats in the room is
tumbling tumbling tumbling
in duplicate and duplicate
plastic bags and
duplicate and triplicate
dead from the neck up
guess im stuffed, stuffed, stuffed
we thought you had it in you
but no, no, no
exactly where do you get off
Is enough is enough is enough
I love you but enough is enough, enough
a last stop
There’s no real reason

you’ve got a head full of feathers
you got melted to butter