Fake plastic trees

A lot of Radiohead is too random for me, to electronic, too....something. But I find this song very poetic, very beautiful, and quite melencholy.

Her green plastic watering can
For her fake chinese rubber plant
In fake plastic earth.
That she bought from a rubber man
In a town full of rubber plants
Just to get rid of itself.
And 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, it wears him out
It wears him out, it wears him out.

She looks like the real thing
She tastes like the real thing
My fake plastic love.
But I cant help the feeling
I could blow through the ceiling
If I just turn and run
And it wears me out, it wears me out
It wears me out, it wears me out.

And if I could be who you wanted
If I could be who you wanted,
All the time, all the time, ohhh... ohh...

It reminds me a bit of Joni Mitchell, both, in an obscure way, in voice as well as lyric. This song seems to lack Mitchell's optimism, her connection to nature. This is what happens when they paved paradise to put up a parking lot. Fake plastic trees in a tree museum, fake plastic people.

I wish I had been around back then. Those are the days when society was up in the air, where you had the feeling that change was necessary and immanent. Our society seems so...stagnant. We have an endless list of horrors and we see most of it on TV and in movies, and it doesn't mean much to us any more. Students put activism on their resume, measuring success not in results but in personal character building. We know too much, and somehow far too little, and we seem to care even less.

They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot
With a pink hotel, a boutique
And a swinging hot spot
Dont it always seem to go
That you dont know what youve got
Till its gone
They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot

They took all the trees
Put em in a tree museum
And they charged the people
A dollar and a half just to see em
Dont it always seem to go
That you dont know what youve got
Till its gone
They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot

Hey farmer farmer
Put away that d.d.t. now
Give me spots on my apples
But leave me the birds and the bees
Please!
Dont it always seem to go
That you dont know what youve got
Till its gone
They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot

Late last night
I heard the screen door slam
And a big yellow taxi
Took away my old man
Dont it always seem to go
That you dont know what youve got
Till its gone
They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot