Radiohead Lyrics

Ripcord

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,
oh yeah.

 

SONG INFORMATION

Released: February 1993
Found on: 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.