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Soul destroyed with clever toys for little boys.
It's inevitable, inevitable, it's a soul destroyed.
You're free until you drop,
you're free until you've had enough
and you don't understand.
No ripcord, no ripcord,
no ripcord, no ripcord.
Aeroplane do I mean what I mean?
Oh it's inevitable, inevitable, oh aeroplane.
A thousand miles an hour
on politics and power
that she don't understand.
No ripcord, no ripcord,
no ripcord, no ripcord.
The answer to your prayers,
we'll drop you anywhere.
No ripcord, no ripcord,
no ripcord, no no no no ripcord,
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Released: |
February
1993 |
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Pablo Honey |
| This
lyrically intelligent look at
the music world is about "signing
[to a label], having lots of money
and absolutely no idea what the
fuck to do with your life" - so
said Thom at the band's 1993 Gothenburg,
Sweden, show. Thom's skill with
metaphors is evident as he explores
the control a record company wields
over it's artists. The song was
a live favorite throughout the
early part of the band's career
but was dropped from their set
list around mid-1995.
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