I'm so happy, 'cause today
I've found my friends, they're in my head
I'm so ugly, but that's okay
'Cause so are you, we broke our mirrors
Sunday morning is every day
For all I care, and I'm not scared
Light my candles in a daze
'Cause I've found God
I'm so lonely, but that's okay
I shaved my head, and I'm not sad
And just maybe I'm to blame
For all I've heard, but I'm not sure
I'm so excited, I can't wait
To meet you there, and I don't care
I'm so horny, but that's okay
My will is good
I like it, I'm not gonna crack
I miss you, I'm not gonna crack
I love you, I'm not gonna crack
I killed you, I'm not gonna crack
I like it, I'm not gonna crack
I miss you, I'm not gonna crack
I love you, I'm not gonna crack
I killed you, I'm not gonna crack
I'm so happy 'cause today
I've found my friends, they're in my head
I'm so ugly, that's okay
'Cause so are you, we broke our mirrors
Sunday morning is every day
For all I care, and I'm not scared
Light my candles in a daze
'Cause I've found God
I like it, I'm not gonna crack
I miss you, I'm not gonna crack
I love you, I'm not gonna crack
I killed you, I'm not gonna crack
I like it, I'm not gonna crack
I miss you, I'm not gonna crack
I love you, I'm not gonna crack
I killed you, I'm not gonna crack
Poetry. There are so many layers of meaning in this song that it's hard to even get the whole thing while you're listening to it.
Her green plastic watering can
For her fake Chinese rubber plant
In the fake plastic earth
That she bought from a rubber man
In a town full of rubber plans
To get rid of itself
And it wears her out
It wears her out
It wears her out
It wears her out
She lives with a broken man
A cracked polystyrene man
Who just crumbles and burns
He used to do surgery for girls in the eighties
But gravity always wins
And it wears him out
It wears him out
It wears him out
It wears
She looks like the real thing
She tastes like the real thing
My fake plastic love
And I can't help but feeling
I could blow through the ceiling
If I just turn and run
And it wears me out
It wears me out
It wears me out
It wears me out
And if I could be who you wanted
And if I could be who you wanted
All the time
This might be the single most depressing song I've ever heard. Damn, there is no corner of the realm of misery and hopelessness that Thom Yorke can't reach. But it's still absolutely brilliant. His voice is killer on this track, too.
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been
Lives in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for?
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
Father McKenzie, writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear
No one comes near.
Look at him working, darning his socks in the night when there's nobody there
What does he care?
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Eleanor Rigby died in the church and was buried along with her name
Nobody came
Father McKenzie, wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave
No one was saved
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
Simply devastating. How bleak. It's amazing that the guy who wrote stuff like "She Loves You" and "Helter Skelter" could come up with something like that. On top of those string parts, this is almost too much.
Yeah, I'm into sad stuff. Don't judge me. It's rare that you find deep or meaningful poetry that celebrates things.