Radiohead plays Neil Young

Someone put Radiohead's awesome version of Neil Young's "On The Beach" on Youtube. Well, actually it sounds just like Neil's version, but that one's awesome too, and so is this. The clip is not quite complete so you'll have to find the full version on a file sharing service. It's well worth it, this is one of the most brilliant Radiohead rarities.



The world is turnin', I hope it don't turn away,
The world is turnin', I hope it don't turn away.
All my pictures are fallin' from the wall where I placed them yesterday.
The world is turnin', I hope it don't turn away.

I need a crowd of people, but I can't face them day to day,
I need a crowd of people, but I can't face them day to day.
Though my problems are meaningless, that don't make them go away.
I need a crowd of people, but I can't face them day to day.

I went to the radio interview, but I ended up alone at the microphone,
I went to the radio interview, but I ended up alone at the microphone.
Now I'm livin' out here on the beach, but those seagulls are still out of reach.
I went to the radio interview, but I ended up alone at the microphone.

Get out of town, think I'll get out of town,
Get out of town, think I'll get out of town.
I head for the sticks with my bus and friends,
I follow the road, though I don't know where it ends.
Get out of town, get out of town, think I'll get out of town.
'Cause the world is turnin', I don't want to see it turn away.

Anyway, the reason I started to think about Radiohead and Neil Young is because The Guardian and BBC have just released this clip (click on link) of Thom Yorke talking about meeting Neil Young and playing "After The Gold Rush" for him at a concert. I have previously posted the clip of him playing the actual song, but here it is again:

"Pocahontas"

I had to try to do another Neil Young classic today.

POCAHONTAS

Aurora borealis
The icy sky at night
Paddles cut the water
In a long and hurried flight
From the white man
To the fields of green
And the homeland
We've never seen.

They killed us in our tepee
And they cut our women down
They might have left some babies
Cryin' on the ground
But the firesticks
And the wagons come
And the night falls
On the setting sun.

They massacred the buffalo
Kitty corner from the bank
The taxis run across my feet
And my eyes have turned to blanks
In my little box
At the top of the stairs
With my Indian rug
And a pipe to share.

I wish a was a trapper
I would give thousand pelts
To sleep with Pocahontas
And find out how she felt
In the mornin'
On the fields of green
In the homeland
We've never seen.

And maybe Marlon Brando
Will be there by the fire
We'll sit and talk of Hollywood
And the good things there for hire
And the Astrodome
And the first tepee
Marlon Brando, Pocahontas and me
Marlon Brando, Pocahontas and me
Pocahontas.

"After the Gold Rush"

Me playing Neil Young's "After the Goldrush".

I think I'm becoming more musical and relaxed.... It's really really weird when these musical advancements happen inside your brain. It's quite unlike anything I'd experienced until I started playing and singing last year. It's goes somewhat like this: First you get a few weeks where things are slowly starting to click, and with a bit of struggle you can just about do the stuff you've been trying to do. Then one morning you wake up and it's like the flood gates have opened while you slept, or it's like a new room inside your brain has been opened up, and this room is ready to be filled up. So suddenly the stuff you have been struggling to do is quite easy, and you can do new stuff you didn't even realize you were trying to do. The first couple of days you feel almost drugged, it's like you're on mind enhancing drugs.... or like you've been seeing the world in black and white and suddenly you're seeing colors. Then it becomes the normal way of seeing things.

Well, I hope I don't sound like someone who thinks he's suddenly turned into a musical genius overnight. There's obviously still far to go.

My version:



Neil Young version:



Thom Yorke version:



AFTER THE GOLD RUSH

Well, I dreamed I saw the knights
In armor coming,
Saying something about a queen.
There were peasants singing and
Drummers drumming
And the archer split the tree.
There was a fanfare blowing
To the sun
That was floating on the breeze.
Look at Mother Nature on the run
In the nineteen seventies.
Look at Mother Nature on the run
In the nineteen seventies.

I was lying in a burned out basement
With the full moon in my eyes.
I was hoping for replacement
When the sun burst thru the sky.
There was a band playing in my head
And I felt like getting high.
I was thinking about what a
Friend had said
I was hoping it was a lie.
Thinking about what a
Friend had said
I was hoping it was a lie.

Well, I dreamed I saw the silver
Space ships flying
In the yellow haze of the sun,
There were children crying
And colors flying
All around the chosen ones.
All in a dream, all in a dream
The loading had begun.
They were flying Mother Nature's
Silver seed to a new home in the sun.
Flying Mother Nature's
Silver seed to a new home.