Mr Eyer's Song of the Day

Analyse by Thom Yorke

Yorke's reflections on the rat race called modern life. Always out of time, we hurry through our day. Time for thoughts is missing and hence depression deriving from this realisation is lurking just around the corner.
These lyrics are paired with a hauntingly beautiful piano riff, which is repeated throughout the song. This repetition reinforces the meaning of the lyrics (Eyer Philipp).

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A self-fulfilling prophecy of endless possibility
You roll in reams across the street
In algebra, in algebra

The fences that you cannot climb
The sentences that do not rhyme
In all that you can ever change
The one you're looking for

It gets you down
It gets you down

There's no spark
No light in the dark

It gets you down
It gets you down
You traveled far
What have you found
That there's no time
There's no time
To analyse
To think things through
To make sense

Like cows in the city, they never looked so pretty
By power carts and blackouts
Sleeping like babies

It gets you down
It gets you down
You're just playing a part
You're just playing a part

You're playing a part
Playing a part
And there's no time
There's no time
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