Turning Esther a whiter shade of plastic pail as we through the ceiling blue

[David Meyer]

O I love me some Radiohead.



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On Nov 11, 2010 1:26 PM, alice wellintown <alicewellintown at gmail.com> wrote: 

Trying to get our Radio Heads round these Vestal & Eunuch ritual is

like trying to do yo-yo tricks in space.

But that's aw rite, we still go are guitars.



Fake Plastic Trees

A green plastic watering can

For a fake chinese rubber plant

In the fake plastic earth



That she bought from a rubber man

In a town full of rubber plans

To get rid of itself



It wears her out, it wears her out

It wears her out, it wears her out



She lives with a broken man

A cracked polystyrene man

Who just crumbles and burns



He used to do surgery

On girls in the eighties

But gravity always wins



And it wears him out, it wears him out

It wears him out, it wears him out



She looks like the real thing

She tastes like the real thing

My fake plastic love



But I can't help the feeling

I could blow through the ceiling

If I just turn and run



And it wears me out, it wears me out

It wears me out, it wears me out



And if I could be who you wanted

If I could be who you wanted

All the time, all the time


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