Pensamientos extremos

Hoy me puse a escuchar el disco "hail to the thief" de Radiohead
hace bastante tiempo, que no lo habia puesto en el equipo del living
(ultimamente solo escuchaba "the eraser" de Thom Yorke, y "Wish you were here" de Pink floyd... el primero lo escuchaba porque podria decirse que es lo mas fresco que ah hecho el intefrante de radiohead en estos dias, al menos de los lanzamientos oficiales, y el ultimo para empezar a entrar en onda, ya qeu viene Roger Waters a Chile =) ). En fin, como les dije puse el disco "Hail to the Thief" y me llamo muxo la atencion, la ultima parte del disco (antes me llamaba mas la atencion los primeros tracks).... es que esta bien, sabemos que Thom Yorke ah escrito cosas extremadamente tristes y desgarradoras... pero que con Hail to the thief levo esto a un paso mas alla, o quizas cambio las matices de sus letras... Desde I Will hacia abajo, las cosas se ponen bastante crudas y oscuras... y no me refiere solo a la musica, sino, mas bien... a las letras.
Si hasta la cancion Punch up at a Weedding... la encuentro tenebrosa... o sea la idea de que en una boda termine en pelea, puede ser cruda...pero si la interpretas como radiohead lo hace llega a ser hasta sadico... para que hablar de myxomatosis (que segun supe es una enfermedad que se dan en los conejos) o A wolf at the door (sobre todo la parte que habla de los niños).
Creo que Thom Yorke se aburrio de hablar de la angustia mundial, enfocandose en las personas, funcionarios, etc.. y se dedico ,mas bien, a hacerlo muxo mas personal en hail to the thief... apelando esta vez a su familia...
Creo que ahi esta lo mas profundo de toda esta chachara... Y lo que hace mas oscuro a Hail to the thief que a Ok computer, o incluso que a Kid A o Amnesiac.. es el cambio ideologico de las letras.
Si hasta Michael Stipe confeso, que se le habian erizado los pocos pelos que le quedan, con la ultima cancion del disco... A wolf at the door.
Bueno lo realmente importante aqui, no es si te gusta radiohead o no... o si estas de acuerdo con el pensamiento de Thom Yorke o no... el asunto es, pensar que clase de cosas en este mundo hagan dar a luz, tales pensamientos e ideas...

I Will

I will
lay me down
in a bunker
underground

I won't let this happen to my children
meet the real world coming out of your shell
With white elephants
sitting ducks
I will
rise up

Little babies' eyes, eyes, eyes, eyes
Little babies' eyes, eyes, eyes, eyes
Little babies' eyes, eyes, eyes, eyes
Little babies' eyes, eyes, eyes, eyes, eyes, eyes

Myxomatosis

the mongrel cat came home
holding half a head
Proceeded to show it off
to all his new found friends
he said "i been where i liked
i slept with who i liked
she ate me up for breakfast
and screwed me in a vice

and now i don't know why
i feel so tongue-tied"

i sat in the cupboard
and wrote it down in neat
they were cheering and waving
cheering and waving
twitching and salivating like with myxomatosis
but it got edited fucked up
strangled, beaten up
used as a photo in Time magazine
buried in a burning black hole in Devon

"i don’t know why
i feel so tongue-tied

don’t know why
i feel so skinned alive."

My thoughts are misguided and a little naive
I twitch and i salivate like with myxomatosis
you should put me in a home or you should put me down
I got myxomatosis
I got myxomatosis

"now no one likes a smart arse but we all like stars"
that wasn't my intention, I did it for a reason
it must have got mixed up
strangled, beaten up
i got myxomatosis
i got myxomatosis

"i don’t know why
i feel so tongue-tied"

Wolf at the Door

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
don't look in the mirror
at the face you don't 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 him 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 dealers investments and dealers
cold wives and mistresses.
cold wives and sunday papers.
city boys in 1st class
don't know we're born
just know someone else is gonna come and clean it up
born and raised for the job
oh I wish you'd get up
go over get up go over and turn this tape off.

i keep the wolf from the door
but he calls me up
calls me on the phone
tells me all the ways that hes gonna mess me up
steal all my children
if i don't pay the ransom
but i'll never see him again
if i squeal to the cops

Extractos de canciones, del disco Hail to the thief de Radiohead