Saturday, February 28, 2009

It's what you feel, not what you ought to

Wakey wakey rise and shine
It's on again, off again, on again
Watch me fall like dominoes
In pretty patterns
Fingers in the blackbird pie
I'm tingling, tingling, tingling

It's what you feel not what you ought to
What you ought to, what you ought to
Reasonable and sensible
Dead from the neck up
I guess I'm stuffed
Stuffed
Stuffed
We thought you had it in you
But not
Not
Not

For no real reason
Squeeze the tubes and empty bottles
I take a bow, take a bow, take a bow
It's what you feel not what you ought to
What you ought to, what you ought to



The elephant that's in the room
Is tumbling tumbling tumbling
In duplicate and triplicate
In plastic bags
In duplicate and triplicate
Dead from the neck up
I guess I'm stuffed
Stuffed
Stuffed
We thought you had it in you
But not
Not
Not

Exactly where do you get off?
Is enough
Is enough
I love you but enough is enough,
Enough of that stuff
There's no real reason

You've got a head full of feathers

You're going to melt into butter

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Blogger k-top said...

Might have posted this after Thanksgiving but really...when is there a bad time for Radiohead ?

8:29 AM  

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