Beware of the music fans

There's a cool little CD shop I like to drop into every once in a while. The owner there has eclectic tastes, and is often playing something interesting - rare or familiar, Chinese or foreign - when I wander past. And he's very amenable to putting on a disc or discs that you request, even if you're quite obviously not in a buying mood that day.

He doesn't really have any functional ability to carry on a conversation in English, but he has memorised many of his favourite English lyrics pretty near perfectly.

A couple of months back, I found him one Saturday afternoon blaring out Radiohead's OK Computer, singing along with every word.

When he got to this part, at the beginning of No Surprises, his delivery became strikingly lustier:

You look so tired and unhappy

Bring down the government

They don't, they don't speak for us

I do hope the poor chap doesn't get himself arrested.