Radiohead

when music associations hinder your daily cultural existence and evolution, you cringe at the sound of a lyric. heart breaks just a bit, like a rotting house, cracking, yearly reaching an inch, and over time, accelerating in speed. but then you come to a hault, a conscious self identifying conclusion, that in fact you might, just might, get the **** over it. you do. you then find yourself, singing the tune, inside your brave skull. hmmm hm hm hm mm m ooooouuuu yea. thank you.