"Fake Plastic Trees" - Radiohead
You know you've picked the right song out of so many right songs when the moment it starts to play, you cover your eyes to hide the tears. All I know is I'm crying and it's sad. It's sad that I'm crying, but it's also beautiful. Just like my plant...
She hasn't been the same since I came back from my trip. I left her with people I thought would care for her, but I should've known better than to leave my most delicate living thing with just anyone. She requires barely any sunlight, absolutely no plant food and an occasional drink of water. At first, she was just a bundle of stems cut from a larger tree, but soon she grew to stand on her own two feet. She's been stably grounded into a single, clay pot with a few, carefully placed rocks for more than a year (the longest I have ever kept anything so near and dear to me green).
But I made a mistake. I forgot to tell her where I was going. I was too in a hurry to say when I'll return. So they moved her without warning far away from her home. They left her stranded inside a cold, lit room she never saw before. She was surrounded by too much light and too much noise with not enough attention unless it was with a water hose. They drowned her daily and brought her back to me 16-days later drenched, neglected and depressed.
Her heavy, wet leaves drooped.
Her base, cracked.
Her rocks, removed.
She was no longer vibrant. She was no longer full. She felt aged and hollow inside. And I wasn't there to protect her. She missed me too much, but by then she thought I abandoned her. I tried to console her, but when I drained her pot... I knew a lot of her life drained with it.
I secured a sturdy stick by her side to hold her up, pulled out the dead roots that crowded her and gave her fresh, new rocks to fill up the void that was once her solid ground. But one by one, more and more of her stems turned brown, fell down and withered apart. I'd walk in to check on her, pushing her last standing stem up with my fingertip just to see if she'd look at me. She doesn't want to face me anymore.
It's too late, but I see her trying
To prevent this inevitable fate of slowly dying.
I'm doing what I could, but I won't be able to undo it.
So next time please just bring me a plant that's plastic.
Lyrics:
Her green plastic watering can
For her fake Chinese rubber plant
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, it wears her out
It wears her out, it wears her out
She lives with a broken man
A cracked polystyrene man
Who just crumbles and burns
He used to do surgery
For girls in the eighties
But gravity always wins
It wears him out, it wears him out
It wears him out, 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
It wears me out, it wears me out
It wears me out, it wears me out
If I could be who you wanted
If I could be who you wanted all the time
All the time...
All the time...
http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/radiohead/fakeplastictrees.html
http://www.radioparadise.com/content.php?name=songinfo&song_id=30227
You know you've picked the right song out of so many right songs when the moment it starts to play, you cover your eyes to hide the tears. All I know is I'm crying and it's sad. It's sad that I'm crying, but it's also beautiful. Just like my plant...
She hasn't been the same since I came back from my trip. I left her with people I thought would care for her, but I should've known better than to leave my most delicate living thing with just anyone. She requires barely any sunlight, absolutely no plant food and an occasional drink of water. At first, she was just a bundle of stems cut from a larger tree, but soon she grew to stand on her own two feet. She's been stably grounded into a single, clay pot with a few, carefully placed rocks for more than a year (the longest I have ever kept anything so near and dear to me green).
But I made a mistake. I forgot to tell her where I was going. I was too in a hurry to say when I'll return. So they moved her without warning far away from her home. They left her stranded inside a cold, lit room she never saw before. She was surrounded by too much light and too much noise with not enough attention unless it was with a water hose. They drowned her daily and brought her back to me 16-days later drenched, neglected and depressed.
Her heavy, wet leaves drooped.
Her base, cracked.
Her rocks, removed.
She was no longer vibrant. She was no longer full. She felt aged and hollow inside. And I wasn't there to protect her. She missed me too much, but by then she thought I abandoned her. I tried to console her, but when I drained her pot... I knew a lot of her life drained with it.
I secured a sturdy stick by her side to hold her up, pulled out the dead roots that crowded her and gave her fresh, new rocks to fill up the void that was once her solid ground. But one by one, more and more of her stems turned brown, fell down and withered apart. I'd walk in to check on her, pushing her last standing stem up with my fingertip just to see if she'd look at me. She doesn't want to face me anymore.
It's too late, but I see her trying
To prevent this inevitable fate of slowly dying.
I'm doing what I could, but I won't be able to undo it.
So next time please just bring me a plant that's plastic.
Lyrics:
Her green plastic watering canFor her fake Chinese rubber plant
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, it wears her out
It wears her out, it wears her out
She lives with a broken man
A cracked polystyrene man
Who just crumbles and burns
He used to do surgery
For girls in the eighties
But gravity always wins
It wears him out, it wears him out
It wears him out, 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
It wears me out, it wears me out
It wears me out, it wears me out
If I could be who you wanted
If I could be who you wanted all the time
All the time...
All the time...
http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/radiohead/fakeplastictrees.html
http://www.radioparadise.com/content.php?name=songinfo&song_id=30227
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