I generally gravitate to the music first before the lyrics. But as a writer, I still marvel at well-spun verses and choruses. This month, I’m joining the music Twitter community in #SeptSongLyricChallenge

Day 27

The Bends has stood the test of time as my favorite Radiohead album mainly because of its collection of muscular, guitar-driven bangers. They seem to come relentlessly one after another. “Planet Telex”. “The Bends”. “Bones”. “Just”. “My Iron Lung”. “Black Star”. And “Sulk”. But by shifting down the gears, the quiet wallow of “Street Spirit” was an anthemic closer on an album full of monster riffs. “Street Spirit” is a slow, much needed downward spiral. The lyrics, gripping yet not fully understandable. The music, overtly chilling and isolating.

“Rows of houses, all bearing down on me. I can feel their blue hands touching me. All these things into position. All these things we'll one day swallow.”