Sinful Sunday 417 – The colour of fake

A green plastic watering can
For a fake Chinese rubber plant
In fake plastic earth

That she bought from a rubber man
In a town full of rubber plans
To get rid of itself

Sinful Sunday

It wears her out
It wears her out
It wears her out
It wears her out

She lives with a broken man
A cracked polystyrene man
Who just crumbles and burns

He used to do surgery
For girls in the eighties
But gravity always wins

And it wears him out
It wears him out
It wears him out
Wears him out

She looks like the real thing
She tastes like the real thing
My fake plastic love

But I can’t help the feeling
I could blow through the ceiling
If I just turn and run

And it wears me out
It wears me out
It wears me out
It wears me out

And if I could be who you wanted
If I could be who you wanted
All the time
All the time

Greenwood / O’brien / Greenwood / Selway / Yorke

It’s easy to find meaning in songs. Other people’s words can so often fit our own situation better than anything we could pen ourselves. Whether you grew up with The Platters excusing the smoke in your eyes, mourned in the shadow of Bonnie Tyler‘s eclipse, or descended into self destruction with Amy Winehouse, we’ve all been soundtracked by someone else’s anguish.

For me, Fake Plastic Trees is just about the zenith of Tom Yorke’s melancholia and angst, as well as being truly beautiful song. And self indulgently, I could easily appropriate the resonant motifs of rubber plans, living with a broken man, my fake plastic love, bursting through the ceiling, or just being worn out.

(Or maybe it’s just the incongruity of a phallic plastic spout in my Wife’s bed.)

And if I could be who she wanted … if I could be who I wanted … all the time … all the time …

4 Responses to “Sinful Sunday 417 – The colour of fake”

  1. Yes, I can see how the lyrics remind you of your situation…
    XO

  2. Oh yes we all have those songs that pepper our lives I think. Hugs to you

    Mollyx

  3. This post is … so sad and wistful yet beautifully composed… I like the way it reveals itself.

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