muito antes da proliferação mercantil oriental (leia-se: praga das lojas chinesas), já os radiohead falavam de um mundo de plantas de borracha e de gente falsa com valores de plástico – e nem esqueceram a cirurgia estética.
mas do que eu gosto mesmo nesta canção, a que retorno muitas vezes, é dos (falsos) contrastes de ritmo que um arranjo subtil consegue sobrepor à linha melódica.


a green plastic watering can
for a fake chinese rubber plant
in the fake plastic earth

that she bought from a rubber man
in a town full of rubber plans
to get rid of itself

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
on girls in the eighties
but gravity always wins

and it wears him out, it wears him out
it wears him out, it 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