AN airbaG saveD mY lifE

>aN airbaG saveD mY lifE

What did he mean by this?

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an airbag saved his life

an airbag saved his life

That's dumb tho.

an airbag saved his life

he was in a car accident that made him realize his mortality. he's saying it's crazy his life was saved by a mass produced, disposable balloon

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In my state, you don't have to buckle up.

What the fuck are you talking about
Do you not know what airbags are ?
Do you not know how to drive a car in this day and age ?
Or are you just underage ?

he is saying that technology (car) kills people all the time but also technology (airbags) saves life too.

he likes balloons

The first time I heard this album, I was high as fuck. I was Convinced it was a concept album about the next Hitler. Instead of surviving a bombing, he survived a car crash.

ffs retard, its
> aN airBag savEd mY LiFe

As a side note, and at risk of stating the obvious, it's funny to read music reviewers try to inflate that analysis to 500 words

An analysis of Radiohead's Airbag:

I had never even seen a shooting star before. 25 years of rotations, passes through comets' paths, and travel, and to my memory I had never witnessed burning debris scratch across the night sky. Radiohead were hunched over their instruments. Thom Yorke slowly beat on a grand piano, singing, eyes closed, into his microphone like he was trying to kiss around a big nose. Colin Greenwood tapped patiently on a double bass, waiting for his cue. White pearls of arena light swam over their faces. A lazy disco light spilled artificial constellations inside the aluminum cove of the makeshift stage. The metal skeleton of the stage ate one end of Florence's Piazza Santa Croce, on the steps of the Santa Croce Cathedral. Michelangelo's bones and cobblestone laid beneath. I stared entranced, soaking in Radiohead's new material, chiseling each sound into the best functioning parts of my brain which would be the only sound system for the material for months.

The butterscotch lamps along the walls of the tight city square bled upward into the cobalt sky, which seemed as strikingly artificial and perfect as a wizard's cap. The staccato piano chords ascended repeatedly. "Black eyed angels swam at me," Yorke sang like his dying words. "There was nothing to fear, nothing to hide." The trained critical part of me marked the similarity to Coltrane's "Ole." The human part of me wept in awe.

The Italians surrounding me held their breath in communion (save for the drunken few shouting "Criep!"). Suddenly, a rise of whistles and orgasmic cries swept unfittingly through the crowd. The song, "Egyptian Song," was certainly momentous, but wasn't the response more apt for, well, "Creep?" I looked up. I thought it was fireworks. A teardrop of fire shot from space and disappeared behind the church where the syrupy River Arno crawled. Radiohead had the heavens on their side.

>bai, rag

what did Thom Yorke mean by making an anagram of this?

airbag is about the most underrated radiohead song ever

an airbag might kill you then

And by that you mama Subterranean Homesick Alien

that's not how you spell subterranean homesick alien

uh no

Umm I think you mean creep?

funny way to spell You Never Wash Up After Yourself