Sciagnalem juz z 8 kawalkow z najnowszej plyty Radiohead ale ten jest
absolutnie wyjatkowy. Z poczatku niesamowita zwrotka, gdy Yorke wlasciwie nie
spiewa, ale cos melorecytuje, ale nie wolno, apatycznie, tylko energicznie i
szybko, by potem w fantastycznie melodyjny sposob przejsc do refrenu.
Nastepnie zaczyna sie charakterystyczne zawodzenie Thoma. Potem powrót
do "wyliczanki" i "I keep the wolf from the door". O brzmieniu nie ma co sie
rozpisywac. Po prostu cudowne. Porownalem te piosenke do rownie przeze mnie
oczekiwanego "bitter End" i ten test dla Placebo korzystnie nie wypadl. Jak
na razie piosenka roku
.
Ponizej tekst utworu:
drag him out the window dragging out your dead singing i miss you snakes and
ladders flip the
lid out pops the cracker smacks you in the
head knifes you in the neck kicks you in the
teeth steel toe caps takes all your
credit cards step up get the gunge.
get the eggs get the flan in the face the
flan in the face the flan in the face
dance you fucker dance you fucker don't you dare don't you dare don't you
flan in the face
take it with the love its given take it with a
pinch of salt take it to the taxman
let me back, let me back i promise
to be good dont look i-in the mirror
at the face you dont recognize
help me call the doctor put me inside put me inside put me inside put me
inside put me inside
i keep the wolf from the door but he calls me up
calls me on the phone tells me all the ways that he's gonna mess me up
steal all my children if i don’t pay the ransom
but i'll never see 'em again if i squeal to the cops
walking like a giant crane and with my
X ray eyes i strip you naked in a
tight little world and are you on the list?
stepford wives, who are we to complain?
investments and deals. investments and deals
cold wives and mistresses. cold wives and
sunday papers city boys in 1st
class dont know they're born just know
someone else is gonna come and clean it up
born and raised for the job someone always does
i wish you'd get up, get
over, get up and turn this tape
i keep the wolf from the door but he calls me up
calls me on the phone, tells me all the ways that he's gonna mess me up
steal all my children if i don’t pay the ransom
but i'll never see 'em again if i squeal to the cops
