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7:30 - And now, again, the dancers. They are still the only figures in the video allowed to ever move at regular speed, but are cursed to be stuck in a neverending loop of existential dread. So no one should be TOO jealous.
Though the flowing, avant grade structure of the arrangements have made it hard to pinpoint before now, the closest thing the song's got to chorus is revealed. It's a refrain that ends with: "Shoving like sluggers/ Touching like muggers/ Pushing each other around." Which reminds me of an old Elton John song, weirdly, except that I don't think Sir Elton ever had this variety of the blues, and wouldn't be able to even guess at what to even call them.
8:07 - The dancers disappear into a wisp of smoke, as the music calms abruptly and Walker slows down even further to offer an apology. "Whoops, pardon the uproar, let's just shift you over here." As grave as he's gotten, the old bird does have a sly sense of humor pumping in there somewhere.
8:29 - A black flower catches flame and slowly melts. That is a beautiful, disturbing image. Seriously, just gorgeous.
9:19 - A serene and lovely ukulele strums as a pretty girl looks on, shocked, but not so sad and sleepy. This may signify a welcome triumph over the persistent fear of Hawaiians.
9:27 - Hold up, worms are raining from the sky now instead of pedals. This is not serene and lovely anymore. (I got a little carried away.)
9:35 - I'm about 100% sure that Thom Yorke has had this dream before.
9:49 - Credits. Whoa. Take a slow, creepy, lovingly shot bow, everyone involved. Shoes, stand by for more pedals. All the pedals. You earned them.