Same ideas expressed in Fitter, Happier are expressed in this song. We're told to strive for some sort of ideal life, which includes getting a good job, being kind to everyone, finding a partner, getting married, having a couple kids, living in a quiet neighborhood in a nice big house, etc. But in Fitter, Happier the narrator(?) realizes that it's incredibly robotic to live this life. People are being used by those in power "like a pig in a cage on antibiotics"--being pacified with things like new phones and cool gadgets and houses while being sucked dry. On No Surprises, the narrator is realizing how this life is killing him slowly. In the video, his helmet is slowly filling up with water, drowning him. But he's so complacent with it. This is a good summary of the song. This boring, "perfect" life foisted upon us by some higher powers (not spiritual, but political, economic, etc. politicians and businessmen, perhaps) is not the way to live. But there is seemingly no way out but death. He'd rather die peacefully right now than live in this cage. While our lives are often shielded, we're in our own protective bubbles, or protective helmets like the one Thom wears, if we look a little harder we can see all the corruption, lies, manipulation, etc. that is going on in the world, often run by huge yet nearly invisible organizations, corporations, and 'leaders'. It's a very hopeless song because it reflects real life.
Cars, three-point turns make pentagrams in the dirt
At the end of the road where I sit in the morning
The weeks have been hazy but something is changing
I watched the sun convince the weakest cloud to let it through
It said "I would have gone crooked but for you"
There's a sticky orange vine here
And it grows over everything
I don't know what they call it
I call it 'Darling Creeper'
I give names to the flora and to the fauna
Most descriptive of their character to me
And there's snakes I have been warned about
There's rattlers in this roundabout
They come in from the chaparral
They crawl beyond the gravel now
That I like it when I'm sitting with things around me moving
It may look like I'm brooding
Like I'm getting not much done
But oh! there is a cure here
The light is very pure here
I'm gathering my strength like a consumptive in the sun
And I would have gone crooked but for you, but for you
I would have gone crooked but for you
I would have gone crooked but for you, but for you
I would have gone crooked
Sons, an artist left
His red rock garden in the turnaround road where I sit in the morning
It gets kicked around the cul-de-sac
By those who go and double back
As if there is no-throw affair in absence of a beaten track
And red ants are moving with their sick and withered comrades
They carry the bodies of the withered in their mouths
Because it is no big deal
Hey, what else is there to do
But set your sight on something and pull your tangles through
Oh I would have gone crooked but for you, but for you
I would have gone crooked but for you
Oh I would have gone crooked but for you, but for you
Oh I would have gone crooked
And I don't think I even knew before now
Hey I feel steady and I feel good
Light and emptied of last night's food
There's a mountain ahead
When I'm ready to go up from the edge of the turnaround road
Cars three-point turns make mandalas in the dirt
At the end of the road where I sit in the morning
The weeks have been hazy but something is changing
I watched the sun convince the smallest cloud to let it through
It said "I would have gone crooked but for you"
I would have gone crooked but for you
At the end of the road where I sit in the morning
The weeks have been hazy but something is changing
I watched the sun convince the weakest cloud to let it through
It said "I would have gone crooked but for you"
There's a sticky orange vine here
And it grows over everything
I don't know what they call it
I call it 'Darling Creeper'
I give names to the flora and to the fauna
Most descriptive of their character to me
And there's snakes I have been warned about
There's rattlers in this roundabout
They come in from the chaparral
They crawl beyond the gravel now
That I like it when I'm sitting with things around me moving
It may look like I'm brooding
Like I'm getting not much done
But oh! there is a cure here
The light is very pure here
I'm gathering my strength like a consumptive in the sun
And I would have gone crooked but for you, but for you
I would have gone crooked but for you
I would have gone crooked but for you, but for you
I would have gone crooked
Sons, an artist left
His red rock garden in the turnaround road where I sit in the morning
It gets kicked around the cul-de-sac
By those who go and double back
As if there is no-throw affair in absence of a beaten track
And red ants are moving with their sick and withered comrades
They carry the bodies of the withered in their mouths
Because it is no big deal
Hey, what else is there to do
But set your sight on something and pull your tangles through
Oh I would have gone crooked but for you, but for you
I would have gone crooked but for you
Oh I would have gone crooked but for you, but for you
Oh I would have gone crooked
And I don't think I even knew before now
Hey I feel steady and I feel good
Light and emptied of last night's food
There's a mountain ahead
When I'm ready to go up from the edge of the turnaround road
Cars three-point turns make mandalas in the dirt
At the end of the road where I sit in the morning
The weeks have been hazy but something is changing
I watched the sun convince the smallest cloud to let it through
It said "I would have gone crooked but for you"
I would have gone crooked but for you
Lyrics submitted by KingFatass, edited by NarneeYa
The Turnaround Road Lyrics as written by Diane Cluck
Lyrics © BONE AND BLOOM PUBLISHING
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her lyrics are so intricate and amazing.
it's "some zen artist left his red rock garden"
I think it is "as if there is no thoroughfare in absence..."