Not sure what a topless smoking hipster girl has to do with this song. Perhaps she is the unattainable object of Thom Yorke's desire?

This beautiful arrangement is sung by the Swedish Vega Choir. Vid here:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oNqBsQiNoAU

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I'm pretty sure she is the creep in this one - could be wrong. As overplayed as this song is, a good cover still gives me a little chill.

>> ^dystopianfuturetoday:

Not sure what a topless smoking hipster girl has to do with this song. Perhaps she is the unattainable object of Thom Yorke's desire?
This beautiful arrangement is sung by the Swedish Vega Choir. Vid here:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oNqBsQiNoAU

After comparing the Vega cover and the Scala cover, I'm convinced it is the latter that is used for this video. See here.
>> ^dystopianfuturetoday:

Not sure what a topless smoking hipster girl has to do with this song. Perhaps she is the unattainable object of Thom Yorke's desire?
This beautiful arrangement is sung by the Swedish Vega Choir. Vid here:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oNqBsQiNoAU

she smokes, even though the taste disgusts her,
twirls hair it take hours to fix.
(notice me)
she'll pose, with self-sufficing nonchalance,
a facade of near perfection.
(accept me)
her body, thin and on display
is all she ever thought she had.
(like me)

but under skin, and smoke, and hair,
and clothes she bought only to please,
behind the blind and listless gaze
of absent glasses, absent will,
she drowns whatever self she was
in fear of being overlooked.
(love me)

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If she is a creep and a weirdo, the rest of us don't have much of a chance.

Ever since the version sung by the homeless guy, putting all his pain, and heartache into his own version, none other, not even the original, can compare for me.

This.. just meh. If there's a point to be made, it's lost on me.

>> ^hpqp:

she smokes, even though the taste disgusts her,
twirls hair it take hours to fix.
(notice me)
she'll pose, with self-sufficing nonchalance,
a facade of near perfection.
(accept me)
her body, thin and on display
is all she ever thought she had.
(like me)
but under skin, and smoke, and hair,
and clothes she bought only to please,
behind the blind and listless gaze
of absent glasses, absent will,
she drowns whatever self she was
in fear of being overlooked.
(love me)


I'll take it. You'll never find a better return on just a little love.