The Wanderer
Kid A
On a lighter note . . .
"Ode to the Feminist"
Why do they taunt us?
Oh, why do they tease?
Because they arouse in us,
oh, whatever the please!
A sharp edgy wit, so bright and free
Or a vicious pout, stabbing at me
Her voice calling thru eternity:
like the soft whispering wind stroking the sky
They say they cannot speak?
Yet they have the world at their feet!
Why else would we devour our time in search of you my sweet?
"Ode to the Feminist"
Why do they taunt us?
Oh, why do they tease?
Because they arouse in us,
oh, whatever the please!
A sharp edgy wit, so bright and free
Or a vicious pout, stabbing at me
Her voice calling thru eternity:
like the soft whispering wind stroking the sky
They say they cannot speak?
Yet they have the world at their feet!
Why else would we devour our time in search of you my sweet?