It's not my time--not while
my children still cry
And while I wish I could fly too,
I know someone must stay here to catch you.
Oh Icarus,
I caught you when you fell from the sky--
Don't you remember?
It's not my time--not while
my children still cry
And while I wish I could fly too,
I know someone must stay here to catch you.
Oh Icarus,
I caught you when you fell from the sky--
Don't you remember?
I heard a thousand voices
all cry out in pain
and though I couldn't understand them,
they all sounded just the same.
I know you won't hear it the first time
which is why I will say it again,
and I'll keep saying it if I have to,
if it will make its way into your brain.
I am the boat that you ride on
as you float through the vast endless sea.
I am the home you come back to
when you are ready to listen to me.
When you have buried your gorgon
and when I have buried my prince
I'll be patient and kind to my children
so they can know it's ok that they sin.
I've been crying for so long
when no one sees,
Sneaking out to see the moon
when you are fast asleep.
What you don't know won't hurt you,
provided that someday
I tell you when you're older--
but why not say today?
I don't know if I'll see tomorrow
Every night's a leap of faith
But I have ways of storing sun
and saving it for rainy days.
Words are seeds of knowledge
we trust onto the breeze,
We don't know if they'll be dandelions
or collard greens or trees.
And does it even matter?
I can't say that it does;
as long as we've got all nine parts,
we know the great Because.
I.
While you were off searching
for baubles to bring to me,
I was off scouting for bugs in the dirt--
Fairytale kingdoms in
mushroom caps, millipedes
guarding the people inside from the hurt
and all those who knew
how to sit down and wait
were permitted to witness their tiny high court.
III.
What if the princess
befriended the dragon?
What if your damsel is
not in distress?
--the only reason that
she even left you
is 'cause of this job
and this house and this stress?
II.
Yes, I'll be back if I say I'll back for you.
You are my baby and ever will be.
Just let me chew up the apple a bit for you--
Truth will not kill if it comes straight from me.
Yes, it tastes awful, but drink up. It's good for you.
Once you know pain you can float on my sea.
You ask me to stand still--
How can I when the world keeps turning?
If you can wait right here,
I'll be back when my heart stops burning.
Don't look for me in the sky--
look for me in the quiet moments,
time that just seems to flow by
whether we seek to hasten or slow it.
Yes, you may think it's a little mundane,
but give me the chance to help you explore it.
I hold the truth that you've sought for so long,
Which can only be found when you stop looking for it.
Yes, I guess life is pain,
but only when we start to think we control it.
Violence was never my aim,
but I can see now how my message got thwarted.
But know that your pain has a name,
and it goes beyond any diagnosis.
We're living in guilt and in shame
that's misunderstood as each brand new psychosis.
Know yourself
and you can know all,
up to a point--
then you start to fall.
Caught in eternal uncertainty,
Whether you are you and I am me,
or we are we, and together we soar--
but not just us two. I know I need more.
You can build a house,
but I can start a fire.
You can spread your seeds,
but I can spread mine farther.
Are you good enough?
Yes--now help me save the others.
We are all the same,
fathers daughters sons and mothers.
Why would I ask for the moon?
Leave her be, and let us admire.
Why do I need all these rooms
when all I want is a roof and a fire?
No, not even those,
if I'm being quite plain;
sometimes we have to be
cold in the rain.
Don't make me wear clothes
if I don't want to wear them.
I won't make you swear
to be faithful and handsome.
I know you're devoted,
I just needed space.
It's hard to find meaning
in time or in place.
Oh boy who cries wolf,
Oh girl who sees stars,
I hope that you read this
and know who you are.
You've collected all the data
but you don't know what it means
and all it seems to say is that
it's bleaker than it seems.
I'm sad to say that may be true,
but then again, may not,
but there's no way of being sure
which way the coin will drop.
____
Just let me chew up the
apple a bit for you;
truth will not kill if it comes straight from me.
Yes it tastes awful, but
drink up, it's good for you.
Once you know pain, you can float on my sea.
Original cartoon © Vincent Lévêque found on radiohead.fr
Translated for WASTE by Ey@el
1.
RH fan #1: “Now that Radiohead have released their great album, we might be able to chill out a bit.”
RH fan #2: “You're crazy, man! In fact now is the time to look for all their hidden clues on the web!”
2.
There are rumours about some mysterious alternative version of "Burn The Witch"...
“Buuurn the sandwiiiich”
3.
... and unreleased bloppers of the "Daydreaming" video.
Thom: “Oops! Sorry... Must have got thru the wrong door.”
4.
RH fan #2: Not to mention some stupid cartoon featuring two super fans gone totally nuts!
RH fan #1: Wicked...
Anyone know anything about the White version? Is it a limited edition? Is it heavy weight vinyl? Whatever it is it's selling fast. BanquetRecords are selling White vinyl for less than the Black vinyl version. Is that crazy?
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love beyond words
come on down, this is your life! Hotels, homes, in and out doors, ocean/mountains - regroup, travel, strangers, family........ Only to end up in your own little world again, your own little cave. I get it! So proud of you as a human being. You made it against all odds. You are still wanted, needed and loved. Yes, you! Blessings and Peace my friend. Here's to many more years of music, but maybe not so much travel?
thank you
Here's a bit of self-irony for your personal fandom, while biting your nails and waiting for Sunday to come.
I like how exaggerated it is, yet there's a bit of truth in there :) just a nice mix of far ends of both sides on the spectrum. from extreme, almost unhealthy fandom to low appreciation.
this is a Jung's theory...
the houses of the subconsient