Ripcord 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.

Originally Released: February 1993 Found on: Pablo Honey 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" - so said Thom at the band's 1993 Gothenburg, Sweden, show. 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.

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