Remembering the Taxi Driver

Talk Show Host
by Radiohead

I want to
I want to be someone else or I'll explode
Floating upon this surface for the birds
The birds
The birds

You want me?
Fucking well come and find me
I'll be waiting
With a gun and a pack of sandwiches
And nothing
Nothing
Nothing
Nothing

You want me?
Well come on and break the door down
You want me?
Fucking come on and break the door down
I'm ready
I'm ready
I'm ready
I'm ready
I'm ready
I'm ready

The Flight of Icarus

I took a little long to wake up
took a little longer to realize
the nascent strength of these dreams.

The heart remains as tender as before
but somehow brazen with time
feels no guilt, pain or love.

It is like, the soul is dying
and in the mind
there is only one desire.

My limbs are light,
they're defiant
I'm learning to fly
fearless, like fish in a freezing pond.

I am ruthless when it comes to my dream,
this desire to fly.

You laugh at me.
You say I can't,
you are only afraid,
it's alright, I understand
for I'm going to do things you could never imagine.
And the day I do...

You laugh at me.
You say I'll fall,
if I fly too high.
I laugh at you for there
is no hill too high to scale
no cloud too high to touch,
and in this sunless life
there is nothing
that can melt my wings.
And the day I do...