They gave it away. I refused the free offer. I paid $17 american. This song is transcendent. Thom Yorke, smallish, one almost dead eye, tired shoulders and all is my angel. If there is a heaven, he will be at the gates, welcoming me inside. He might smile and understand our complicity, the complicity he and I share apparently with millions of other folk. Does this leave me in the world or leave me on the fringes? I am in love with this/him/hope/everything.
ALL I NEED RADIOHEAD
