� Ripcord 3:09

 
Originally released: Ferbuary 1993

Available on: Pablo Honey (album)

Alternative version: Pablo Honey Japan (album), Pop Is Dead (single)

 
Soul destroyed with clever toys for little boys.
It's inevitable, inevitable, it's a soul destroyed.
You're free until you drop,
you're free until you've had enough
and you don't understand.
No ripcord, no ripcord,
no ripcord, no ripcord.

Aeroplane do I mean what I mean?
Oh it's inevitable, inevitable, oh aeroplane.
A thousand miles an hour
on politics and power
that she don't understand.
No ripcord, no ripcord,
no ripcord, no ripcord.

The answer to your prayers,
we'll drop you anywhere.

No ripcord, no ripcord,
no ripcord, no no no no ripcord,
oh yeah.

 

This lyrically intelligent look at the music world is about signing to a label, having lots of money and absolutely no idea what the fuck to do with your life, said Thom at the band's show in 1993 in Gothenburg, Sweden. Thom's skill with metaphors is evident as he explores the control a record company wields over it's artists. The song was a live favorite throughout the early part of the band's career but was dropped from their set list around mid-1995.