tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915503884492101212024-02-20T01:10:27.313-08:00Pablo Honeywierd fisheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01762003424374157129noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591550388449210121.post-1938044282673079572008-02-28T18:40:00.001-08:002008-02-28T18:44:19.640-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjcvv8F_T_woecmFQ1te1vOW2WRCgzB8hRYXICg7HXkT2cDL9NXDTu2Opck1Kt2t_XbFFCRLHpE6KXIoYZ3mxV5LlBsjo1J8GYsnEGJ6FPuJ6bmUY0Jua7HcoPIQ-1i46qwljXzNpiZPY/s1600-h/Pablo+Honey+01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjcvv8F_T_woecmFQ1te1vOW2WRCgzB8hRYXICg7HXkT2cDL9NXDTu2Opck1Kt2t_XbFFCRLHpE6KXIoYZ3mxV5LlBsjo1J8GYsnEGJ6FPuJ6bmUY0Jua7HcoPIQ-1i46qwljXzNpiZPY/s400/Pablo+Honey+01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172227452174876386" border="0" /></a>wierd fisheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01762003424374157129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591550388449210121.post-90070980037223183722007-04-03T13:58:00.000-07:002007-04-03T13:59:02.163-07:00You<blockquote>you are the sun and moon and stars, are you <br />and I could never run away from you<br /><br />you try at working out chaotic things <br />and why should I believe myself, not you<br /><br />it's like the world is going to end so soon <br />and why should I believe myself<br /><br />you, me and everything caught in the fire <br />I can see me drowning, caught in the fire</blockquote>wierd fisheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01762003424374157129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591550388449210121.post-3177404575141193312007-04-03T13:57:00.001-07:002010-05-04T22:45:17.416-07:00Creep<blockquote>when you were here before<br />couldn't look you in the eye<br />you're just like an angel<br />your skin makes me cry<br /><br />you float like a feather<br />in a beautiful world<br />and I wish I was special<br />you're so fucking special<br /><br />but I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo<br />what the hell am I doing here<br />I don't belong here<br /><br />I don't care if it hurts<br />I want to have control<br />I want a perfect body<br />I want a perfect soul<br /><br />I want you to notice<br />when I'm not around<br />you're so fucking special<br />I wish I was special<br /><br />but I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo<br />what the hell am I doing here<br />I don't belong here<br /><br />she's running out again<br />she's running out<br />She run run run runs<br /><br />whatever makes you happy<br />whatever you want<br />you're so fucking special<br />I wish I was special<br /><br />but I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo<br />what the hell am I doing here<br />I don't belong here<br />I don't belong here</blockquote><br /><br /><blockquote>The woman who inspired Radiohead's song "Creep" may never know just how special she is.<br /><br />At least, that's what guitarist Jonny Greenwood would have the world believe. Singer Thom Yorke, who laments about being a "creep" and a "weirdo" in the presence of an angelic vision, will never see that woman again, Greenwood says.<br /><br />In fact, they've never met.<br /><br />That special woman turned up at this concert in Exeter, England, where Radiohead's members went to college, Greenwood, 21, explains. "Thom was mortified, because he's never spoken to her or anything. He just followed her for a couple of days or a week or whatever about two or three years ago. And here she was. He was very shaken up after that."<br /><br />Mortification aside, "Creep" is actually a happy song, says Greenwood, whose band has just been booked for June 30 at Metro.<br />"It's about recognizing what you are."<br /><br />So is Yorke, who wrote the lyrics, a creep or what?<br /><br />"Oh, no!" Greenwood says. "He can be quite, ummm, childish, I guess. And he's very creative. But not a creep, exactly. No."<br /><br />Creeps or not, Radiohead, whose members now live in Oxford, has struck quite a chord with its first single off of the album "Pablo Honey." "It's turned into one of those anthems, like Pink Floyd's 'The Wall,' " says disc jockey Carla Leonardo of WKQX-FM (101.1), who categorizes the tune as "anti-social."<br /><br />Some have tagged "Creep" a "chick song," figuring its power-pop balladry appeals mainly to young women, "Q-101's" target audience. But Leonardo, who gets many phone requests for it, exclaims, "God, no!"<br /><br />"Most people who call are guys and they all sound like weirdos!"<br /><br />Greenwood says Radiohead "just knew 'Creep' was going to be successful."<br /><br />He should know, after giving "Creep" its sharp little teeth in the form of some out-of-the-blue loud guitar bursts.<br /><br />"I didn't like it. It stayed quiet," says Greenwood, referring to his initial opinion of the song. "So I hit the guitar hard - really hard."<br /><br />Radiohead has won critical acclaim here, but all is not rosy in England, where, Greenwood says, "Creep" was much less warmly received. As in the United States, radio listeners hear that the woman is "very special"; on the CD, the phrase is "------- special."<br /><br />Perhaps doing a sanitized, radio-friendly version is a "bit of a sellout," Greenwood says. "But then we thought, Sonic Youth has done it. We thought it wouldn't be that bad. But the British press, they weren't impressed."<br /><br />Also unimpressed, but for different reasons, is Mother Greenwood, who has another son, Colin, also in the band.<br /><br />"My mom wants me to be a lawyer," Greenwood says. "Occasionally I play the music for her when she demands to hear it and she always just says, 'Who is that singing? I don't like the singing.' And then she says 'Who's doing all that bumpety-bump noise?' It's all noise backing up horrible singing as far as she's concerned. She's not a show-biz mother."<br /><br />But, no doubt, she's very special.</blockquote>--Chicago Sun-Times, June 7, 1993<br /><br /><blockquote>In a way, all creeps are outsiders to some degree - so perhaps that's why the British band Radiohead's "Creep," with its insightful lyrics praising individuality, has become the anthem these days.<br /><br />Beside celebrating standing up for individual rights, " 'Creep' is a celebration of the creep as well," says Radiohead's "polite guitar" player, Ed O'Brien, 25. "A celebration of all those feelings of people feeling like an outsider, an outcast.<br /><br />"People say, 'I heard "Creep" and I know those lyrics were written about me, that it's about me.' And that's wonderful."</blockquote>--1993 June 24 | Washington Times<br /><br /><blockquote>The song, [Thom] explains, isn't about how he feels, but is simply an observation of a character. Ditto for "Prove Yourself," which takes the theme a step further.<br /><br />"People have immediately said that we're a down band, that we write exceptionally depressing songs simply because of 'Creep,' " he says. "But I'm not actually trying to discuss directly the personal sort of teen-age melodrama."<br /><br />The irony is that as fans read their own meanings into the song, the effect has been to make Yorke, in some ways, a bit depressed.<br /><br />"These songs are very personal," he says. "But 'Creep' has been taken into so many contexts that it's everybody else's song now,<br />and I have to let that lie, sadly."</blockquote>--Los Angeles Times, August 15, 1993wierd fisheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01762003424374157129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591550388449210121.post-42875210042442596772007-04-03T13:56:00.001-07:002007-04-03T13:56:55.110-07:00How Do You?<blockquote>he's bitter and twisted, he knows what he wants <br />he wants to be loved and he wants to belong <br />he wants us to listen, he wants us to leave <br />he was a stupid baby who turned into a powerful freak<br /><br />but how do you? <br />how do you? <br />how do you?<br /><br />he lives with his mother, but we show him respect <br />he's a dangerous bigot, but we always forget <br />and he's just like his daddy because he cheats on his friends <br />and he steals and he bullies any way that he can<br /><br />but how do you? <br />how do you? <br />how do you?</blockquote>wierd fisheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01762003424374157129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591550388449210121.post-35306473255590561592007-04-03T13:55:00.000-07:002007-04-03T13:56:11.636-07:00Stop Whispering<blockquote>and the wise man say I don't want to hear your voice <br />and the thin man say I don't want to hear your voice <br />and they're cursing me, and they won't let me be <br />and there's nothing to say, and there's nothing to do<br /><br />stop whispering, start shouting <br />stop whispering, start shouting<br /><br />and the mother say we spit on your son some more <br />and the buildings say we spit on your face some more <br />and the feeling is that there's something wrong <br />because I can't find the words and I can't find the songs<br /><br />stop whispering, start shouting <br />stop whispering, start shouting<br /><br />Dear Sir <br />I have a complaint <br />can't remember what it is<br /><br />it doesn't matter anyway <br />it doesn't matter anyway</blockquote>wierd fisheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01762003424374157129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591550388449210121.post-36729878770916139862007-04-03T13:54:00.000-07:002007-04-03T13:55:22.832-07:00Thinking About You<blockquote>been thinking about you, your records are here <br />your eyes are on my wall, your teeth are over there <br />but I'm still no-one, and you're now a star <br />what do you care<br /><br />been thinking about you, and there's no rest <br />should I still love you, still see you in bed <br />but I'm playing with myself, and what do you care <br />when the other men are far, far better<br /><br />all the things you got <br />all the things you need <br />who bought you cigarettes <br />and bribed the company to come and see you, honey<br /><br />I've been thinking about you, so how can you sleep <br />these people aren't your friends, they're paid to kiss your feet <br />they don't know what I know, and why should you care <br />when I'm not there<br /><br />been thinking about you, and there's no rest <br />should I still love you, still see you in bed <br />but I'm playing with myself, what do you care <br />when I'm not there<br /><br />all the things you got, you'll never need <br />all the things you got, I'm planning to please you <br />please you<br /><br />been thinking about you</blockquote>wierd fisheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01762003424374157129noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591550388449210121.post-56792218229470290662007-04-03T13:53:00.001-07:002010-05-04T22:46:27.497-07:00Anyone Can Play Guitar<blockquote>destiny, destiny, protect me from the world <br />destiny, hold my hand, protect me from the world <br />here we are with our running and confusion <br />and I don't see no confusion anywhere<br /><br />and if the worm does turn <br />and if London burns <br />I'll be standing on the beach with my guitar <br />I wanna be in a band when I get to heaven <br />and anyone can play guitar <br />and they won't be a nothing anymore<br /><br />grow my hair, grow my hair, I am Jim Morrison <br />grow my hair, I wanna be, wanna be, wanna be Jim Morrison <br />here we are with our running and confusion <br />and I don't see no confusion anymore<br /><br />and if the worm does turn <br />and if London burns <br />I'll be standing on the beach with my guitar <br />I wanna be in a band when I get to heaven <br />and anyone can play guitar <br />and they won't be a nothing anymore</blockquote><br /><br /><blockquote>The song "Anyone Can Play Guitar" is slagging off that whole "I want to be Jim Morrison" thing. When they released Morrison's lyrics as poetry, I thought, "Oh, God." It just showed what he was - a real piss-head. There were flashes, though, and he was very good-looking. And in that sense, I'd like to be Jim Morrison.<br /><br />Q: So instead of the "Lizard King", you'd like to be known as....<br /><br />THOM: Any reptile would be fine.</blockquote>--The Sunday Chronicle San Franciscowierd fisheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01762003424374157129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591550388449210121.post-67984392002352732062007-04-03T13:50:00.001-07:002007-04-03T13:50:57.717-07:00Ripcord<blockquote>soul destroyed with clever toys for little boys <br />it's inevitable, inevitable, it's a soul destroyed <br />you're free until you drop <br />you're free until you've had enough <br />but you don't understand<br /><br />you've no ripcord <br />no ripcord <br />no ripcord <br />no ripcord<br /><br />aeroplane, do I mean what I mean <br />it's inevitable, inevitable, oh aeroplane <br />a thousand miles an hour <br />and politics in power <br />that you don't understand<br /><br />you've no ripcord <br />no ripcord <br />no ripcord <br />no ripcord<br /><br />the answer to your prayers <br />we'll drop you anywhere <br />with no ripcord <br />no ripcord <br />no ripcord <br />no ripcord</blockquote>wierd fisheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01762003424374157129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591550388449210121.post-47420505130334624632007-04-03T13:49:00.000-07:002010-05-04T22:47:37.960-07:00Vegetable<blockquote>I never wanted anything but this <br />I tried hard, worked hard <br />I ran around in domestic bliss <br />I fought hard, died hard<br /><br />everytime you're running over me <br />everytime you're running I can see<br /><br />I'm not a vegetable <br />I will not control myself <br />I spit on the hand that feels me <br />I will not control myself<br /><br />I never wanted any broken bones <br />scarred face, no home <br />your words surround me and I asphyxiate <br />and I burn all hate<br /><br />everytime you're running out on me <br />everytime you're running I can see<br /><br />I'm not a vegetable <br />I will not control myself <br />I spit on the hand that feels me <br />I will not control myself<br /><br />the waters break, the waters run all over me <br />the waters break, the waters run <br />and this time you're gonna pay<br /><br />I'm not a vegetable <br />I will not control myself <br />I spit on the hand that feels me <br />I will not control myself</blockquote><br /><br /><blockquote>Q: Which pops up in your song "Vegetable": "I am not a vegetable/ I will not control myself."<br /><br />THOM: A lot of things I write come from really simple ideas. That was a funny song because I had a lot of phrases floating around [in my head]. But the principal image I had in my head was One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, and all the people who sit around the main area in the film but don't actually do anything except drool or go to the toilet without knowing it. But when you read the book, you find out that The Chief is the main character, and that's the brilliant thing about it - nobody speaks to him because he's the idiot.</blockquote>--The Sunday Chronicle, San Franciscowierd fisheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01762003424374157129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591550388449210121.post-50063108413657258882007-04-03T13:48:00.000-07:002007-04-03T13:49:12.518-07:00Prove Yourself<blockquote>I can't afford to breathe in this time <br />nowhere to sit without a gun in my hand <br />hooked back up to the cathode ray <br />I'm better off dead <br />I'm better off dead <br />I'm better off<br /><br />prove yourself <br />prove yourself <br />prove yourself<br /><br />I wanna breathe, I wanna grow <br />I'd say I want it but I don't know how <br />I work, I bleed, I beg and I pray <br />but I'm better off dead <br />I'm better off dead <br />I'm better off<br /><br />prove yourself <br />prove yourself <br />prove yourself<br /><br />why?</blockquote>wierd fisheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01762003424374157129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591550388449210121.post-31923437537990880042007-04-03T13:47:00.000-07:002007-04-03T13:48:24.613-07:00I Can't<blockquote>please forget the words that I just blurted out <br />it wasn't me, it was a strange and creeping doubt <br />it keeps rattling my cage <br />and there's nothing in this world will keep it down<br /><br />even though I might, even though I try, I can't <br />even though I might, even though I try, I can't<br /><br />so many things that keep, that keep me underground <br />so many words that I, that I can never find <br />if you give up on me now <br />I'll be gutted like I've never been before<br /><br />and even though I might, even though I try, I can't <br />even though I might, even though I try, I can't<br /><br />if you give up on me now <br />I'll be gutted like I've never been before<br /><br />and even though I might, even though I try, I can't <br />even though I might, even though I try, I can't <br />even though I might, even though I try, I can't <br />even though I might, even though I try, I can't</blockquote>wierd fisheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01762003424374157129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591550388449210121.post-50845892162616618942007-04-03T13:46:00.000-07:002007-04-03T13:47:27.390-07:00Lurgee<blockquote>I feel better <br />I feel better now you've gone <br />I got better <br />I got better, I got strong<br /><br />I feel better <br />I feel better now there's nothing wrong <br />I got better <br />I got better, I got strong<br /><br />tell me something <br />tell me something I don't know <br />tell me one thing <br />tell me one thing, let it go<br /><br />I got something <br />I got something heaven knows <br />I got something <br />I got something I don't know</blockquote>wierd fisheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01762003424374157129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1591550388449210121.post-65714126860055224942007-04-03T12:40:00.000-07:002007-04-03T13:46:31.125-07:00Blow Out<blockquote>in my mind <br />and nailed into my heels <br />all the time <br />killing what I feel<br /><br />and everything I touch turns to stone <br />all wrapped up in cotton wool <br />all wrapped up and sugar coated <br />everything I touch turns to stone <br />all wrapped up in cotton wool <br />all wrapped up and sugar coated<br /><br />I am fused <br />just in case I blow out <br />I am glued <br />just in case I crack out<br /><br />everything I touch turns to stone <br />everything I touch turns to stone <br />all wrapped up in cotton wool <br />all wrapped up and sugar coated</blockquote>wierd fisheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01762003424374157129noreply@blogger.com0