the final countdown

Fitter Happier - Radiohead

"This is the Panic Office, section nine-seventeen may have been hit. Activate the following procedure:

Fitter, happier, more productive,
comfortable,
not drinking too much,
regular exercise at the gym (3 days a week),
getting on better with your associate employee contemporaries,
at ease,
eating well (no more microwave dinners and saturated fats),
a patient better driver, a safer car (baby smiling in back seat),
sleeping well (no bad dreams), no paranoia,
careful to all animals (never washing spiders down the plughole),
keep in contact with old friends (enjoy a drink now and then),
will frequently check credit at (moral) bank (hole in the wall),
favors for favors,
fond but not in love,
(...)
no killing moths or putting boiling water on the ants,
car wash (on Sundays),
no longer afraid of the dark or midday shadows
nothing so ridiculously teenage and desperate,
nothing so childish,
at a better pace, slower and more calculated,
no chance of escape,
concerned (but powerless),
an empowered and informed member of society (pragmatism not idealism),
will not cry in public,
less chance of illness,
(...)
a good memory,
still cries at a good film,
still kisses with saliva,
no longer empty and frantic like a cat tied to a stick,
that's driven into frozen winter shit (the ability to laugh at weakness),
calm,
fitter,
healthier
and more productive

a

pig

in

a

cage

on

antibiotics."

Férias.
Só preciso de férias.
Longe daqui, do computador, dos backups e dos e-mails.
Apenas com livros, sol e silêncio.
Depois sim.

"Calm, fitter, happier, healthier and more productive."

Obrigado.