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I'm walking out
In a force ten gale
Birds thrown around
Bullets for hail
The roof is pulling off by its fingernails
Your voice is rapping on my window sill
Yesterday's headlines blown by the wind
Yesterday's people end up scatterbrain
Any fool can easy pick a hole (I only wish I could fall in)
A moving target in a firing range
Somewhere I'm not
Scatterbrain
Somewhere I'm not
Scatterbrain
Lightning fuse
Powercut
Scatterbrain
In a force ten gale
Birds thrown around
Bullets for hail
The roof is pulling off by its fingernails
Your voice is rapping on my window sill
Yesterday's headlines blown by the wind
Yesterday's people end up scatterbrain
Any fool can easy pick a hole (I only wish I could fall in)
A moving target in a firing range
Somewhere I'm not
Scatterbrain
Somewhere I'm not
Scatterbrain
Lightning fuse
Powercut
Scatterbrain
Lyrics submitted by ruben
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Making your escapist rabbit hole is easy (Any fool can easy pick a hole) but to get there is hard. (I only wish I could fall in.) A scatterbrained person is not fully in the present moment, they're lost in their head somewhere ("somewhere I'm not"). The sorrow is at being unable to get there.
I always imagined that the voice rapping on the windowsill is the same as the unborn chicken voices in Paranoid Android, so, it represents inspiration itself. The song's about conducting lightning - being a conduit, channeling something powerful from the stormy world around but unable to get to manifest the place in your imagination (elusive, "a moving target in a firing range"). Fuses and powercuts all protect from too much power surging through a system, so, being shocked back to sober reality. Scatterbrain is a person who can't concentrate.
Here's what Thom said about it:
"It's a really, really difficult song to describe. My favourite type of weather in the whole wide world is extreme winds. It is a bit dangerous. I have a house in the middle of nowhere and the house next door, the roof blew up and we just watched it and it was exactly like 'The Wizard of Oz'. It was fantastic. And this was a similar incident in the city. But it's kind of a love song as well, in a way."
"I'm walking out
In a force ten gale
Birds thrown around
Bullets for hail"
This section stands makes this question stand out to me: "Why would you walk out in a 10 force gale?"
This whole song is like that to me. All just about people being the textbook definition of ignorant: choosing to ignore something, choosing to not know.
still makes the list, all these years later.
Extremely exciting place...Your turn...
"yesterday's headlines blown by the wind"-yesterday's stereotypes, yesterday's particular, yesterday's labyrinths-all it was our main life components...suddenly it all disappear
"yesterday's people end up scatterbrain"-support disappear...Headlines disappear...Where are you now? Who are you now? You there and you here are different things, aren't you? But why? We are the same, with equal goal. Our separation is the illusion. Great Shuffle of Creation and Destruction.A vortex.
"any fool can easy pick a hole"-like a mad with unexpected actions.A drunk that can do anything irreparable.A stereotype-think-man with vanished stereotypes.
"any fool can easy pick a hole"-next catatonic birth.Absolutely new life with erased memory and in arbitrary form...Blind human becomes a moving target in a firin' range...
"lightning fuse powercut.scatterbrain"-when you try to "catch the deluge in the paper cup" it burst...When THIS LOVE makes you cry, you gasp for breath and sink in this tear sea...When THIS PERFECT BEAUTY excite you, you lose your head...When THIS KNOWLEDGE ask you to create, you start to create yourself...to create your own world...You are the self-created world...What world_of_your_dream you can feel in yourself?What illusion you can build in this time?
How far our final fantasy can come?..
But...the fuse...That damn fuse...It burns...It always burns...We're trapped in our imperfection...
Sorry...