Hunting Bears Lyrics
not as simple as everyone is saying
solid
solid
i love this song, as a song writer myself it made me realise that music is music, and anything goes. as long as it creates a mood or gets across a feeling then it has succeeded. as for the music, i think its that down hopeless feeling you get when you learn of some heart breaking travesty in some part of the world that you can do very little about, so you have to try and forget about it and pretend its not happening. Bear hunting is cruel to bears.
i added this song just so i could see people's interpretations of it... i think it's extremely beautiful in its simplicity. gives a visual image of having nothing to do, just sitting by the beach plucking at a guitar...
and i think the hunting bears title comes from just how sometimes you have so much on your mind and you just need to sit back and relax, clear your head...
Maybe it's about bears that are hunted.
"theyll eat you if you misbehave they live on an island out to sea they will chew you up and spit out your bones we live on the beach with all their rubbish and people bears giant bears they will eat me and you run back to the house before they catch us wee hee hee cant catch me were going on a bear hunt."
-- This is from one of the old Radiohead websites, they're pretty cool you should look at them
This song basicly does two things. 1)Johnny Greenwood showing the mean skills and letting people first hand hear it. 2)After the release of Kid A critics were asking radiohead where the guitar was in amnesiac. along with the first song off the album they show that the guitar is right here and that just because its distorted in wierd ways that a band like radiohead can get away with all of a sudden the guitars are gone. If you have even one functioning eardrum you will notice that every album has gone a diffrent direction putting Radiohead in my book as number one band
also from an archived radiohead site:
WE'RE GOING ON A BEAR HUNT. We're going hunting for bears. La la la we're not scared. 3.15 am driving back from a party in New York in a black stretch limousine. Up ahead we see a pool of black liquid and a bundle on 42nd Street, in the middle of the deserted road. As we came close we heard a woman screaming and crying. A few passers-by had stopped to look. The black pool was a negro man's blood pouring like a tap from a hole in the side of his head. The driver slowed up as we drove past and I think I saw the sprawled body spasm as the blood pumped out of the bullet hole. We drove on in silence listening to the woman's scream dying away in the distance. We called the NYPD on the mobile in the back of the limo and drove back to the hotel in silence. We're going hunting for bears. La la la. We're not scared.
not sure what to think ...
The tunes going to the stable, frightening in a way, windy feeling. Bears? I see bears fighting to themselves. Like a bear fight. But I'm supposed to be in this picture (am i?) Am I hunting bears? It's like facing the bear inside you. Cleaning you from your bears. I'm hunting my bears and going on. Cleaned. Calm. Charged. Decharged.
this song is about bears that hunt... or is it about hunters hunting them?