My Whole Expanse I Cannot See…

I formulate infinity stored deep inside of me…

Feb 11

It works for Radiohead

Category: Life,Random Thought

“I don’t want to be your friend

I just want to be your lover

No matter how it ends

No matter how it starts

Forget about your house of cards

And I’ll do mine

Forget about your house of cards

And I’ll do mine” –Radiohead

I’m certain that any fellow from Radiohead can walk up to any woman, casually say the above, and be in bed within four minutes. I just wonder if the song has any real-world applications. I wonder if I could try it without getting clocked. I think, maybe, it’s all in the delivery. Maybe.


10 Comments so far

  1. Angie February 11th, 2009 3:32 pm

    If someone were to clock you, I’d say you probably don’t want to go to bed with someone so vicious.

    But honestly, if this were said to me by a man, my first reaction would just be “huuhh??”

    Try this pick-up line next time – “Excuse me, I seem to have dropped my Nobel Peace Prize.. have you seen it?” That will at least score you a more decent woman.

  2. michael February 11th, 2009 5:35 pm

    Angie, you’re probably right. Then again, some fellows might enjoy getting clocked… I’m totally trying your Peace Prize line Friday.

  3. Will February 11th, 2009 6:01 pm

    ….it’s Def all about the delivery….and the context…aka when….choose your moment.

    Amazingly to guys, women have heard SO many bad lines that when a guy like yourself or say, me, actually does bother to go so “low” as a “line”, they eat it up, each and everytime.

    I personally revel in when I see a moment, and set it all up just right so that, they end up asking me a question, leaving “lines” out of it.

  4. Ormolu February 11th, 2009 8:07 pm

    Oh Will, you’re such a player… >.>

  5. Will February 12th, 2009 12:51 am

    Uuuug, Did that come off creepy? Yeah, that came off creepy. Speaking of creepy and the utmost in choose your moment; I did once sit in at the bar of a club while the dinner crowd turned to dance crowd and finished my steak while sipping, not shooting, a shot of Jack for over a 1/2 hour while reading about the death of Johnny Cash in Time Magazine not paying attn to anyone as the music and crowd went supernova in the most yuppie of suit and tie get ups ever as the Street/Urb crowd filed in, years back, and had a stunningly beautiful smart woman slide up next to me and ask me to take her home right then and there, and we’re not talking crazy skank here. She was amazed herself she even suggested such a thing with no pretense or build up. She later told me that was the most Gamey thing she’d ever seen. I didn’t have the heart to tell her, I was just on my way home from work.
    I kept suggesting that approach to my peeps but they took me to literally. Sister, I sometimes wish I was a player. I’m a lush for romance and the playing hard to get by not trying enough cause all the good things? Seem to come when you’re not looking for them.

  6. Will February 12th, 2009 12:53 am

    oh. that was creepy too.

  7. Will February 12th, 2009 1:32 am

    Where’s the edit, the delete button? Oh, like Life…there is none. Damn.

  8. Ormolu February 12th, 2009 12:10 pm


    I’m teasing. I actually find your replies to be rather amusing. You’re definitely one of the more colorful commentators I’ve encountered on Mike’s blog… that we’re hijacking. Sorry, Mike!

    But look at all the comments we’re racking up for you! 😉

  9. Ziztur February 13th, 2009 12:33 am

    You should walk around with a sign hanging on you that says, simply,


  10. Alex Carnegie February 15th, 2009 11:54 am

    Zitzur: It would make an excellent statement of occupation on a business-card too. Or maybe just a picture of a rake, perhaps with a picture of a hoe next to it.

    Re. real world application of song lyrics – I’d be interested to know if Usher has ever recited ‘Let’s Make Love In The Club’ and ended up being thrown out for public indecency…