Thinking About You by Radiohead

While everyone is probably digesting and absorbing Radiohead's latest album, The King of Limbs, I just rediscovered this song of theirs from Pablo Honey. I suddenly remembered it while watching the movie 127 Hours, because there was a line that mentioned the title/hook of this song.

Been thinking about you
Your record's a hit
Your eyes are on my wall
Your teeth are over there
But I'm still no one
And you're my star
What do you care?

Been thinking about you
And there's no rest
Should I still love you
Still see you in bed
But I'm playing with myself
What do you care?
When the other men are far far better

All the things you've got
All the things you need
Who bought you cigarettes
Who bribed the company to come and see you honey?

I've been thinking about you
So how can you sleep
These people aren't your friends
They're paid to kiss your feet
They don't know what I know
And why should you care
When I'm not there

Been thinking about you
And there's no rest
Should I still love you
Still see you in bed
But I'm playing with myself
What do you care?
When I'm not there.

All the things you've got
That you'll never need
All the things you've got
I've bled and I'd bleed to please you
... honey

Been thinking about you..

Anyone Can Play Guitar by Radiohead

Today is Rediscovering Radiohead's Pablo Honey Day. I listened to this song on the way to work and was just amazed by the song. It starts on with guitar noise drudgery and then loosens up with a bass riff coupled by steady drum play and distorted guitars. An instant classic. I just love how this song is paced, how the chorus comes in, it's just memorable!

Destiny, Destiny protect me from the world

Destiny, hold my hand protect me from the world

Here we are, with our running and confusion
And I don't see no confusion anywhere

And if the world does turn, and if London burns
I'll be standing on the beach with my guitar
I want to be in a band, when I get to heaven
Anyone can play guitar
And they won't be a nothing anymore

Growwww my hair, Grow my hair I am Jim Morrison
Growwww my hair, I wannabe wannabe wannabe Jim Morrison

Here we are with our running and confusion
And I don't see no confusion anywhere

And if the world does turn, and if London burns
I'll be standing on a beach with my guitar
I want to be in a band, when I get to heaven
Anyone can play guitar
And they won't be a nothing anymore