Sometimes I really do hate meself. Really do. When some tosser is writing the lyrics to “Machinehead” by Bush on me naked arse because I got blotto’d at the pub again, I hate meself. When I save some starving kids that have never had the opportunity to read, I rather fancy meself then. But then I remember all the fossil fuels that I used to rescue these hungry illiterate wee ones, and I loathe meself again. Are we all damned to be hypocrites I wonder? There is something we can all do I’ve been thinking. Maybe a proper killing of ourselves is in order. I don’t mean this for everyone. Only we environmentalists I’m figuring...since we are the only ones with consciences. But if we were all dead see, then we wouldn’t be hypocrites or using any of Mother Earth’s precious goodies. People might say then, “Oi! Look there Thom Yorke has murdered himself over gasoline. That bloke must have loved the environment dearly.” And they would be thinking then see. And wondering what they could do to save the planet themselves. Which would in the best case scenario lead to them also embracing suicide as the answer. Kind of a new recycling you might say.
A Radiohead does not = A Radioheart
THOM
Wednesday, July 5, 2006
