dimanche 21 juin 2020

Moments of Indie Literature: Bjork, Fiona Apple, Radiohead,







"Heavy Balloon" by Fiona Apple


People like us, we play with a heavy balloon
Keep it up to keep the devil at bay but it always falls way too soon
People like us, we play with a heavy balloon
We keep it up to keep the devil at bay but it always falls way too soon
People like us, we play with a heavy balloon
We keep it up to keep the devil at bay but it always falls way too soon

I spread like strawberries!
I climb like peas and beans!
I've been sucking it in so long
That I'm busting at the seams
I spread like strawberries!
I climb like peas and beans!
I've been sucking it in so long
That I'm busting at the seams

In the middle of the day, it's like the sun
But the Sahara one, staring me down
Forcing all forms of life inside of me to retreat underground
It grows relentless like the teeth of a rat
It's just got to keep gnawing at me
And it constricts like a ball on a hose, nothing flows
So the pressure grows instead of the sea

People like us get so heavy and so lost sometimes
So lost and so heavy that the bottom is the only place that we can find
We get dragged down, down to the same spot enough times in a row
The bottom begins to feel like the only safe place that you know

But you know what?

I spread like strawberries!
I climb like peas and beans!
I've been sucking it in so long
That I'm busting at the seams
I spread like strawberries!
I climb like peas and beans!
I've been sucking it in so long
That I'm busting at the seams

(I spread like strawberries)
(I climb like peas and beans)

(I spread like strawberries)
(I climb like peas and beans)

(I spread like strawberries)
(I climb like peas and beans)

(I spread like strawberries)
(I climb like peas and beans)









"Subterranean Homesick Alien" by Radiohead


The breath of the morning
I keep forgetting
The smell of the warm summer air

I live in a town
Where you can't smell a thing
You watch your feet
For cracks in the pavement

Up above
Aliens hover
Making home movies
For the folks back home

Of all these weird creatures
Who lock up their spirits
Drill holes in themselves
And live for their secrets

They're all uptight
Uptight.. [x7]

I wish that they'd swoop down in a country lane
Late at night when I'm driving
Take me on board their beautiful ship
Show me the world as I'd love to see it

I'd tell all my friends
But they'd never believe me
They'd think that I'd finally lost it completely

I'd show them the stars
And the meaning of life
They'd shut me away
But I'd be all right
All right..

I'm just uptight
Uptight.. [x7]






























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