Radiohead - Subterranean Homesick Alien Meaning

Subterranean Homesick Alien Lyrics

The breath of the morning
I keep forgetting
The smell of the warm summer air

I live in a town
Where you can't smell a thing
You watch your feet
For cracks in the pavement

Up above
Aliens hover
Making home movies
For the folks back...

1. anonymous

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   Sep 23rd 2022 !⃝

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2. anonymous

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   Mar 23rd 2012 !⃝

   This might be a little far fetched but it is what I think of when I hear the song. There is an idea somewhere that our consciousness is/was not always part of our human bodies. The idea that humans are primitive creatures that are unevolved dumb animals. Our consciousness was a separate entity and needed hosts. So the consciousness is really us. The sentient thinking self aware part that is really from somewhere else. Hence we are like aliens who use humans for hosts. There are always battles in literature between flesh and spirit. There are many subconscious references to "body snatchers", etc. So in our moments of clarity we have a longing to go home again. Like we were not really from here or even meant to be here. Like we exist as two entities at times, one battling with the other, not understanding each other..etc. Not that I believe this I just get that sense when I listen.
3. anonymous

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   Jun 10th 2011 !⃝

   The lyrics express Yorke's observations about society and human nature as though he feels that he is a foreign creature. He is saying that humans are too closed in and caught up in their secrets and individual problems. He expresses that we have forgotten to look around us and appreciate natural beauty, and how warped it is that we just conceal it with pavement. He is looking for "his kind", or people who have a similar viewpoint, and expressing how difficult it is to find people who are critical of the generally accepted world view. It portrays the alienation of the critical/creative thinker in a monotonous culture.