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I Will Concede the Small Presence of Paranoia, If You Will Drop the Android Accusations

I have a request on the books for an upload of a live rendition of Radiohead's 'Paranoid Android'. So, enjoy. Here'tis. Straight from the Pinkpop '97 show in the Netherlands. download Lyrics

(I went with an OK Computer era show. I'm right in the heart of a brutal grieving period and Thom's voice during the middle "rain down" section is especially beautiful and moving in this show. It fuckin' kills me. In a good way though. It's like pouring some hydrogen peroxide on a fresh, open wound. The initial seconds are a rush of chaos and pain. Quickly though there is some metamorphosis/transition from pain to healing. Jonny's guitar work is still immaculate as always. It's just a gorgeous recording in general.)

I must say that I do not think that the post was terribly paranoid. I may be paranoid but at least I'm not an android, eh? I process. I feel. I do what I think is right. My human voice and spirit hasn't been completely diluted. I treat every situation as brand new and unique. That's all you can ask for out of a human being.
If you try the best you can, the best you can is good enough

Optimistic (Warrington 2000) lyrics download

You could play the lyrical tangent game all the way throughout their entire catalog. It's a beautiful philosophical, musical web.

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"Seeing that before long I must confront humanity with the most difficult demand ever made of it, it seems indispensable to me to say who I am. Really, one should know it, for I have not left myself "without testimony." But the disproportion between the greatness of my task and the smallness of my contemporaries has found expression in the fact that one has neither heard nor even seen me. I live on my own credit; is it perhaps a mere prejudice that I live? ... I need only to speak with one of the "educated" who come to the Upper Engadine for the summer, and I am convinced that I do not live ... Under these circumstances I have a duty against which my habits, even more the pride of my instincts, revolt at bottom, namely, to say: Hear me! For I am such and such a person. Above all, do not mistake me for someone else!" - Nietzsche, Ecce Homo