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| Nothing...nothing but! Radiohead will
not only sing it: it’s what they’ve been becoming, lo!
these many years! Oh, sure, there were better songs on Waiting
for Parts, a filthy abundance of them. The record went to the pressing
plant, the plant did what it was supposed to do, the promos went
out to the press, and now here we are, and there it is, still in
heavy rotation near my computer and invisible practically everywhere
else. Inaudible. Lost! Not lost. Breathing. Upending the Chevrolet
to look at the undercarriage. Carrying on. Making do. Waiting. Waiting
for parts. |
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