“Transport, motorways and tramlines starting and then stopping, taking off and landing. The emptiest of feelings, disappointed people clinging on to bottles: when it comes it’s so, so dissapointing. Let down and hanging around. Crushed like a bug in the ground… Don’t get sentimental, it always ends up drivel… You know where you are with floor collapsing, floating, bouncing back. Ane day, I am going to grow wings, a chemical reaction, hysterical and useless. Hysterical and—let down and hanging around. Crushed like a bug in the ground. Let down and hanging around.”
—Radiohead, Let Down
