fitter happier
January 31, 2008I may never stop being amazed at Radiohead. Everytime I listen to their entire discography on a loop, something new strikes me.
This "song" is actually more like a spoken-word piece. Like Baz Luhrmann’s "Sunscreen" song, but darker and creepier. The vocals are done in this Stephen Hawking-like monotonous computer voice and the effect is very… well, just look for it and listen for yourself.
I’ts very easy to overlook this track because of what it is, but whenever I actively listen to it, it turns out to be one of the more affecting things that Radiohead has done. Read George Orwell’s "1984" or Kurt Vonnegut’s "Player Piano" … that’s more or less what this song sums up: Emotional deadness that comes from striving towards economical and mechanical perfection; everything being robotic… automated… "perfect". Scary.
"The reason ‘Fitter Happier’ exists is ‘cos of mental background noise. Some days you’re in a disturbed state and it moves to the front." - Thom Yorke
Fitter, happier, more productive,
comfortable,
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 shit
(the ability to laugh at weakness),
calm,
fitter,
healthier and more productive
a pig in a cage on antibiotics.


