A song on Amnesiac. Cool techno-dance groove behind it. Written about the tension between Thom's writer's block after "OK Computer" and the pressure to produce new stuff. It is also about the tension I felt going into the corporate whore house every day for 15 years:
Packt Like Sardines In A Crushed Tin Box
After years of waiting
Nothing came
As your life flashed before your eyes, you realize
I'm a reasonable man, get off, get off my case, get off my case
I'm a reasonable man, get off my case, get off my case, get off my case
After years of waiting
After years of waiting
Nothing came
And you realize you're looking in, looking in the wrong place
I'm a reasonable man, get off my case, get off my case, get off my case
sample here
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