Rows of houses all bearing down on me
I can feel their blue hands touching me
Hold these things into position
All these things will want this world
And fade out again
And fade out
This machine will, will not communicate
These thoughts and the strain I am under
Be a world child form a circle
Before we all go under
And fade out again
And fade out again
Cracked eggs, dead birds
Scream as they fight for life
I can feel death, can see it’s beady eyes
Hold these things into position
All these things we’ll one day swallow whole
And fade out again
And fade out again
Immerse your soul in love
Immerse your soul in love
Des rangées de maisons, qui se penchent toutes vers moi,
je peux sentir leurs mains bleues me toucher.
Tout ça, bien ordonné,
toutes ces choses qui voudront contrôler le monde.
et s’estomperont encore,
s’estomperont.
cette machine ne va pas, non, communiquer,
ces pensées, et les pressions que j’endure.
Sois un enfant du monde, fonde une ronde,
avant que l’on ne s’enfonce tous.
et que l’on ne s’estompe à nouveau,
que l’on ne s’estompe à nouveau.
Des coquilles cassées, des oiseaux morts,
qui crient comme s’ils luttaient pour vivre,
je ressens la mort, je vois ses petits yeux brillants,
tout ça, bien ordonné,
toutes ces choses qui un jour nous avaleront tout entier.
et s’estomperont à nouveau
s’estomperont à nouveau.
Plonge ton esprit dans l’amour,
plonge ton esprit dans l’amour.
Thom Yorke
Un commentaire de Thom sur l’écriture de la chanson :
"Street Spirit’ is our purest song, but I didn’t write it.... It wrote itself. We were just its messengers... Its biological catylysts. It’s core is a complete mystery to me... and (pause) you know, I wouldn’t ever try to write something that hopeless... All of our saddest songs have somewhere in them at least a glimmer of resolve... ’Street Spirit’ has no resolve... It is the dark tunnel without the light at the end. It represents all tragic emotion that is so hurtful that the sound of that melody is its only definition. We all have a way of dealing with that song... It’s called detachment... Especially me.. I detach my emotional radar from that song, or I couldn’t play it... I’d crack. I’d break down on stage.. that’s why its lyrics are just a bunch of mini-stories or visual images as opposed to a cohesive explanation of its meaning... I used images set to the music that I thought would convey the emotional entirety of the lyric and music working together... That’s what’s meant by ’all these things are one to swallow whole’.. I meant the emotional entirety, because I didn’t have it in me to articulate the emotion... (pause) I’d crack.... Our fans are braver than I to let that song penetrate them, or maybe they don’t realize what they’re listening to.. They don’t realize that ’Street Spirit’ is about staring the fucking devil right in the eyes... and knowing, no matter what the hell you do, he’ll get the last laugh...and it’s real...and true. The devil really will get the last laugh in all cases without exception, and if I let myself think about that to long, I’d crack. I can’t believe we have fans that can deal emotionally with that song... That’s why I’m convinced that they don’t know what it’s about. It’s why we play it towards the end of our sets. It drains me, and it shakes me, and hurts like hell everytime I play it, looking out at thousands of people cheering and smiling, oblivious to the tragedy of it’s meaning, like when you’re going to have your dog put down and it’s wagging it’s tail on the way there. That’s what they all look like, and it breaks my heart."
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nPX3u0XJzKM
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