ne pas a.v.a.l.e.r. : scatterbrain

premier live

22 juillet 2002, Coliseu dos Recreios, Lisbonne

3:38

version originale

26 mai 2003, Hail to the thief

3:21

remix

24 mars 2004, maxi Com Lag

Four Tet remix

3:21

Thom

Ce que j'adorais faire pendant Kid A et Amnesiac, c'était marcher dans des paysages déserts. Je suis devenu un randonneur, et pour celle-là, j'ai fini par souvent me balader dans les villes. Cette chanson est née de mon "temps" préféré, le vent, et cette nuit-là, il y avait une énorme tempête. Je n'avais jamais rien vu de pareil. Je croyais entendre le toit de ma maison s'effondrer, et il a fallu que je sorte. Je couche sur papier ma période pastorale. Comme Wordsworth...

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	(As Dead as Leaves.) I'm walking out In a force ten gale Birds thrown around Bullets for hail The roof is pulling off By its fingernails Your voice is rapping On my window sill Yesterday's headlines Blown by the wind Yesterday's people End up SCATTERBRAIN Then any fool can Easy pick a hole (I only wish I could fall in) A moving target In a firing range Somewhere I'm not Scatterbrain Somewhere I'm not Scatterbrain Lightning fuse Powercut SCATTERBRAIN

"It was one in the morning, a wind had risen and something curious too had happened; as if everyone in the city, simultaneously, had become sick of news of any kind; for thousands of newspaper pages blew through the small park on the way crosstown, blundered like pale bats against the trees, tangled themselves around the feet of Rooney and Rachel, and of a bum sleeping across the way. Millions of unread and useless words had come to a kind of life in Sheridan Square; while the two on the bench wove cross-talk of their own, oblivious, among them."
V, Thomas Pynchon