“Analyse” by Thom Yorke
From the Basement 2005.

May 13, 2023

Analyse……..

A self-fulfilling prophecy
Of endless possibility
In rolling reams across a screen
In algebra, in algebra

Sentences that do not rhyme
Fences that you cannot climb
In all that you can never change
I’m the one you're looking for

It gets you down
It gets you down
There's no spark
No light in the dark

It gets you down
It gets you down
You travelled far
What have you found

There's no time
There's no time
To analyse
To think things through
To make sense

Through candles in the city
You never looked so pretty
Through power cuts and blackouts
Sleeping like babies

It gets you down
It gets you down
You're just playing a part
You're just playing a part

You're playing a part
Playing a part
And there's no time
There's no time

To analyse
Analyse
Analyse
Analyse


Beautiful.

 
 
 
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