No Rock And Roll Fun

STOP THE WORDS: Another week, another kicking for the music fan, as the Musical Industrial Complex clangs into action again.
This time round, it's like this:
You're wandering about singing 'Fake Plastic Trees' to yourself. And you suddenly realise that half the lyric you've just been copying Thom and going "narrrhhhh" when you don't know what the actual words are. So, what do you do?
Yup, of course, you do a quick google and find the words on ateaseweb or some other passionate fan site. You discover what the words, and go away happy.
Ah, but what if there was no Internet? Or those sites weren't there?
My guess is you'd wait until you could ask your mates, or maybe you'd peek in the CD case at a store next time you were there to see if there was a lyric sheet.
What Radiohead's publishers believe you would do is get on a bus into town and buy the sheet music - probably in a book form, costing about fourteen quid. On this basis, they've decided to send threatening legal letters to some of the more popular Radiohead sites demanding they stop hurting their "sales" like this. Right.

By the way:
her green plastic wateringcan
for her fake chinese rubberplant
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
he used to do surgery for girls in the eighties
but gravity always wins
and it wears him out
and it wears him out
and 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
and it wears me out
if i could be who you wanted
if i could be who you wanted all the time


[Thanks to Aaron for bringing this to our attention -and apologies that we'd spent so long trying to sort out the blogger problems it's almost a week old now]