
In the Radiohead song "Palo Alto" Thom Yorke at one point sings, "In one of those days where the sky is California Blue."
This is what he was referring to. Contrails are awesome.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NnbS7uKw6rA
This is what he was referring to. Contrails are awesome.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NnbS7uKw6rA
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Roy Orbison did an entire song on the subject, too.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tmuhPFHEbJo
Dodgy recording, but it's still a beautiful song.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tmuhPFHEbJo
Dodgy recording, but it's still a beautiful song.
Orbison is, as you so rightly say, the man.
I feel a beatnik poem coming on.
I think this is probably my favourite of his songs. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5LExf_en46Q Probably because the idea of burning across the country for a night with your love is so wonderfully romantic, and also (a) I have done it for someone, (b) I'd do it for someone else right now if I could. *blushes... in-love dragon*
I feel a beatnik poem coming on.
I think this is probably my favourite of his songs. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5LExf_en46Q Probably because the idea of burning across the country for a night with your love is so wonderfully romantic, and also (a) I have done it for someone, (b) I'd do it for someone else right now if I could. *blushes... in-love dragon*
Try this one. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G15xRPGvrNA
And love is a fantastic thing. Except when it hurts like a bastard and freezes like a bitch, when the fever is burning you up inside and hope seems lost, and the only peace you can get is in motion, is in motion, endless motion with the windows down and the cold gripping your head while you sing to covers of old love songs, out there in the night that's so cold and dark and the one you love is with someone else...
... and it's no good trying not to think about it, because you can't not. There's no cure for what I have.
And love is a fantastic thing. Except when it hurts like a bastard and freezes like a bitch, when the fever is burning you up inside and hope seems lost, and the only peace you can get is in motion, is in motion, endless motion with the windows down and the cold gripping your head while you sing to covers of old love songs, out there in the night that's so cold and dark and the one you love is with someone else...
... and it's no good trying not to think about it, because you can't not. There's no cure for what I have.
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