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

[Richard Ryan]

For a close-to-definitive live version (Thom Yorke at his emo best) see:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HDS4wOd_o1I


On Thu, Nov 11, 2010 at 2:25 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
>
>


-- 
Richard Ryan
New York and the World
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Poetry is a way of taking life by the throat.
                                --Robert Frost
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