But “this is what you get when you mess with us,” as Radiohead
put it on OK Computer’s “Karma Police”-- in
the present case, what you get is probably more than you bargained
for:
I want you to know
he’s not coming back
look into my eyes
I’ll not come back
Well, we’re screwed now. Four lines into the song, whose melody
is as mournful and as desperate as the sound of child standing over
the motionless body of a beloved pet, and already there is considerable
tension over who’s here and who’s who. “He’s not
coming back” and “I’m not coming back” are hard
to resolve: is our singer shifting voices without letting us know?
That’s not sporting. But then “Knives Out” isn’t
itself particularly sporting. It is mean.
So knives out
Catch the mouse
Don't look down
Shove it in your mouth |
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