her green plastic watering can
for her fake chineserubberplant
in the fake plastic earth,
that she bought from a rubber man
in a town full of rubber
plans to get rid of itself,- it wears her out.
she lives with a broken man,
a cracked polystyreneman
who just crumbles and burns.

he used to do surgery
for girls in the eighties
but gravity always wins
and it wears him out.

she looks like the real thing.
she tastes like the real thing,
my fake plastic love.


but i can`t help the feeling.
i could blow through the ceiling.
if i just turn and run.
and it wears me out.

if i could be who you wanted all the time

есть песни, которые надо просто слушать.
не обязательно польностью вникая в смысл,
потому что даже со скудными знаниями всё ясно.
отчасти поэтому я так люблю Radiohead..

в настроение.

В шорохе листьев: Radiohead - Fake Plastic Trees