lyricsThe breath of the morning I keep forgetting The smell of the warm summer air I live in a town where you can't smell a thing You watch your feet for cracks in the pavement And up above aliens hover making home movies for the folks back home Of all these weird creatures who lock up their spirits Drill holes in themselves and live for their secrets They're all uptight I wish that they'd swoop down in a country lane |
SUBTERRANEAN HOMESICK ALIEN (4:28)
available on: ok
computer
SUBTERRANEAN HOMESICK ALIEN (acoustic
at KCRW)
available on: rare on the air 4
notes: Jonny Greenwood: "the intro and the chorus is mine, the rest is thom's work" Jonny says, "we were trying to sound like [Miles Davis's] Bitches Brew. We kind of fell in love with electric pianos and echoey drum kits. We were trying to do that, but between me and Thom, we don't have any good electric piano players. And we didn't like the guitar playing. And none of us can play trumpet, so it was always going to be fairly bad plagiarising."
