21 April 2008

In the company of Joni Mitchell and Radiohead

Written by Iris Watts Hirideyo ( Contact the author of this post )
Published on April 21st, 2008 @ 11:42:29 pm, using 417 words, 52 views

Photographic tribute to the coolest cover (Ronny & Fabio) #1

“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

Photographic tribute to the coolest cover (Ronny & Fabio) #2
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”

(Fake Plastic Trees - Radiohead)

Photographic tribute to the coolest cover (Ronny & Fabio) #3

It’s neither the beginning nor the end of the world… ever. It’s always just the world right in the middle of infinity, which as the word suggests, is comprised of infinite personal beginnings and ends, all of which, in turn, amount to nothing at all. Egos get inflated without forethought along the way. Low IQ feet get tired of flat roads and eager to experience the momentary joy brought on by sweeping motion. Flowers get plucked and flattened against paper and plastic and paper again, thus led to premature death. Silence rules. Needs are not met. Eyes are cast down. Opportunities get missed. Eagerness deflates.

Every action is inherently infinitive and should remain that way for the I’s and you’s and he’s of the world are always set to drop everything - regardless of size and importance - down the same well of ’self-centerism.’

—— ∫ ——

And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We’re captive on the carousel of time
We can’t return we can only look behind
From where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game.

(The Circle Game - Joni Mitchell)

Photograph by bratan (FLICKR)
Photograph by bratan (FLICKR)

Currently shattering window panes with a rendition of…
Joni Mitchell - A Case of you/Blue

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