"...and there's no rest."
In the office this lovely Saturday morning... end of month billing hell. Wondering, not about the jury instructions I'm working on, but who Mr. Yorke was singing about here... perhaps being a bit too literal or presumptuous, but that's the fun part.
Let down and hanging around...
A sublime song from the archives for the Earworm du Jour. Judging from the number of times I've listened to it I can say the most heartwrenchingly stunning vocals I've probably ever heard start right around the 4 minute mark (with a nice intro starting at 0:01).
It's the lovable Thom harmonizing with himself.
