day 13

…and it seems appropriate to have something a little more, oh… triskadecaphilic (if that’s a word.  If not, it is now!)

The band Radiohead has been one I progressive enjoy more and more and really appreciate, as much for their ability to balance electronics with acoustics (they might very well be the band who does it the best).

Anyway, I probably was first introduced to them with OK Computer, one of their mid-career (thus far) albums, released in 1999.  Half way through, there’s this song called “Fitter Happier”.  Done over a haunting piano melody, Thom Yorke typed these words below into a Mac and the result is the overly-computerized voice akin to Stephen Hawking (which, I read, people actually mistook this voice for his).

I love this song because it’s a portrayal of the human condition, constantly striving to make due on themselves.  This empty feeling (which is so wonderfully captured in the song), is evident.  Which, the way a look at it, without my faith I would be rather machinistic.

Why is it triskadecaphilic?  Well, it’s a creepy song if you’ve heard it.

Fitter, happier, more productive,
not drinking too much,
regular exercise at the gym
(3 days a week),
getting on better with your associate employee contemporaries,
at ease,
eating well
(no more microwave dinners and saturated fats),
a patient better driver,
a safer car
(baby smiling in back seat),
sleeping well
(no bad dreams),
no paranoia,
careful to all animals
(never washing spiders down the plughole),
keep in contact with old friends
(enjoy a drink now and then),
will frequently check credit at (moral) bank (hole in the wall),
favors for favors,
fond but not in love,
charity standing orders,
on Sundays ring road supermarket
(no killing moths or putting boiling water on the ants),
car wash
(also on Sundays),
no longer afraid of the dark or midday shadows
nothing so ridiculously teenage and desperate,
nothing so childish – at a better pace,
slower and more calculated,
no chance of escape,
now self-employed,
concerned (but powerless),
an empowered and informed member of society
(pragmatism not idealism),
will not cry in public,
less chance of illness,
tires that grip in the wet
(shot of baby strapped in back seat),
a good memory,
still cries at a good film,
still kisses with saliva,
no longer empty and frantic like a cat tied to a stick,
that’s driven into frozen winter s—
(the ability to laugh at weakness),
healthier and more productive
a pig in a cage on antibiotics.



  1. I had no idea what that word meant. I googled triskadeca to find out and my answer reinforced the idea that you are a geek.


  2. I have this cd as well. I appreciate you posting the lyrics because I often times would skip over this song, and not dig at what it is truly getting at because it wasn’t steady or pleasing to the ear, I should say. However the lyrics and the style of music with it ‘s distortions are well suited. A monotoneality (don’t think that is a word either) with what is “perfect” in this world.

    Good job.


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