I am currently doing an interesting project in which I’ve used the lyrics of Radiohead’s A Wolf At The Door to create an emotive and/or narritive piece.

Drag him out your window
Dragging out the dead
Singing, “I miss you”
Snakes and ladders
Lift the lid
Out pops the cracker
Smacks you in the head
Knifes you in the neck
Kicks you in the teeth
Steel toe caps
Takes all your credit cards
Get up, get going
Get the eggs
Get the flan in the face
The flan in the face
The flan in the face
Dance, you fucker
Dance, you fucker
Don’t you dare
Don’t you dare
Don’t you flan in the face
Take it with the love is given
Take it with a pinch of salt
Take it to the taxman
Let me back
Let me back
I promise to be good
Don’t look in the mirror
At the face you don’t recognize
Help me call the doctor
Put me inside
Put me inside
Put me inside
Put me inside
Put me inside

I keep the wolf from the door
But he calls me up
Calls me on the phone
Tells me all the ways that he’s going to mess me up
Steal all my children
If I don’t pay the ransom
But I’ll never see them again
If I squeal to the cops

No, no, no, no, no, no, no . . .

Walking like giant cranes
Ah, with my x-ray eyes I strip you naked
In a tight little world, why are you on the list?
Stepford wives, who are we to complain?
Investments and dealers, investments and dealers
Cold wives and mistresses
Cold wives and Sunday papers.
City boys in first class
Don’t know we’re born little
Someone else is going to come and clean it up
Born and raised for the job
Someone always does, always pick it up
Get over, get up, get over
Turn the tape off

I keep the wolf from the door
But he calls me up
Calls me on the phone
Tells me all the ways that he’s going to mess me up
Steal all my children
If I don’t pay the ransom
But I’ll never see them again
If I squeal to the cops
So I’m just going to…

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