Radioheadian Epistemology (veiled references to unveiled hearts)

2/23/11 (look it up, dear!)

Are we all aligned? What time is it? Where are we today? So many questions and so little time, or so it would seem. But enough about me and thee, let's go back to 2/23.....

While you make pretty speeches, I'm being cut to shreds. You feed me to the lions, a delicate balance When this just feels like spinning plates. I'm living in cloud cuckoo land. And this just feels like spinning plates Our bodies floating down the muddy river. Before there was a Thom Yorke, someone else was once both cut to shreds (by fire, after the threat of lions, nonetheless!) and yet made beautiful speeches at the same time. But if speeches are speeches, and all things are equal, maybe our lot is simply to fall down a river after the tragedies end at the Colosseum and the drunken Romans leave the party. 2/23, 2/23, 2/23. Are we all shouting into the cold air at the same volume? Does no one stand at an ambon to elevate their words? Is the phrase axios not axiomatic? I wonder. The emperor of no imperium may be standing with no clothes, in the end. 10/31, 10/31, 10/31...ah, but that is a digression, isn't it? Thankfully, there are a few other words that come to mind and set one straight from the same muse (and God help you if you think Muse can speak to your heart in a better manner than Yorke et al.), equally set as a stage for a dream or three. Don't get any big ideas They're not going to happen You paint yourself white And fill up with noise But there'll be something missing Now that you've found it, it's gone Now that you feel it, you don't You've gone off the rails So don't get any big ideas They're not going to happen You'll go to hell for what your dirty mind is thinking There you have it. On second thought, let's hope this angle was flawed from the start. And naturally, I mean that in both ways. 2/23/11 (it will hurt if I swallow...)