As many who know me know (and those who don't might notice by my moniker), I am a Radiohead fanboy, so I present you with one of my favorite songs from the uber-experimental period...I might be wrong.
Although Radiohead refuse to reveal any single meaning to a song (and I truly believe that single meanings don't exist for Radiohead songs), this is one of the few songs from this period that expresses a clear direction. While not necessarily an apology for a certain faith, this song sounds an awful lot like Thom Yorke's leap of faith in a higher being.
"I might be wrong...but I could have sworn I saw a light coming on...I used to think there was no future left at all..."
As Yorke dabbled in heavy vocal editing at this point in Radiohead's tenure, he decided to douse his voice in reverb on this particular track. In doing so, his sometimes whiny (e.g. You and Whose Army?), sometimes overbearing (e.g. Electioneering) voice is humbled into introspection. Note that his revelation does not assert itself in a demand, but whispers to him in obscurity. He is left with hope...and doubt.
"Open up...let me in...lets go down the waterfall...have ourselves a good time, its nothing at all...cry, then begin again"
I admit, during this period (and in the midst of his writer's block) Yorke followed Ed Burrough's occasional method of writing, which involved writing choppy statements on bits of paper and drawing them randomly from a hat. However, these statements still seem to express a new found faith coupled with a healthy dose of skepticism. If anything, I appreciate that Yorke does not sensationalize, or oversimplify faith by assigning to it a wholly positive result. While hope lingers, faith seems a complicated thing to bear. The feeling of free fall...letting yourself go...a moment of pain before inception...and yet, even after his moment of revelation, there is still the doubt that it is "nothing at all". As the guitar lick breaks for the electronic interlude, we hear a distorted wave resolve, followed by Yorke's ethereal falsetto, and then the return of the guitar lick. As soon as we feel resolution, tension reenters the scene. Is this not an accurate picture of faith?