{"id":899,"date":"2012-10-16T16:26:10","date_gmt":"2012-10-16T09:26:10","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.budiarto.org\/blog\/?p=899"},"modified":"2012-10-16T16:21:25","modified_gmt":"2012-10-16T09:21:25","slug":"street-spirit","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.budiarto.org\/blog\/2012\/10\/street-spirit\/","title":{"rendered":"Street Spirit"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/th07.deviantart.net\/fs12\/300W\/i\/2006\/286\/e\/a\/radiohead_street_spirit_by_katran7.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter\" title=\"Street Spirit\" src=\"http:\/\/th07.deviantart.net\/fs12\/300W\/i\/2006\/286\/e\/a\/radiohead_street_spirit_by_katran7.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"417\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Rows of houses, all bearing down on me<br \/>\nI can feel their blue hands touching me<br \/>\nAll these things into position<br \/>\nAll these things we&#8217;ll one day swallow whole<br \/>\nAnd fade out again and fade out<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">This machine will, will not communicate<br \/>\nThese thoughts and the strain I am under<br \/>\nBe a world child, form a circle<br \/>\nBefore we all go under<br \/>\nAnd fade out again and fade out again<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Cracked eggs, dead birds<br \/>\nScream as they fight for life<br \/>\nI can feel death, can see its beady eyes<br \/>\nAll these things into position<br \/>\nAll these things we&#8217;ll one day swallow whole<br \/>\nAnd fade out again and fade out again<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Immerse your soul in love<br \/>\nImmerse your soul in love<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">By. <a title=\"Radiohead\" href=\"http:\/\/radiohead.com\/\" target=\"_blank\">Radiohead<\/a> &#8211; <a title=\"Radiohead - Street Spirit\" href=\"http:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/The_Bends\" target=\"_blank\">The Bends Album<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Rows of houses, all bearing down on me I can feel their blue hands touching me All these things into position All these things we&#8217;ll one day swallow whole And fade out again and fade out This machine will, will not communicate These thoughts and the strain I am under Be a world child, form [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,9],"tags":[16,42,14,7,18],"class_list":["post-899","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-lyric-music","category-sastra","tag-budiarto","tag-kakisemut","tag-lyric","tag-lyric-music","tag-lyrics"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.budiarto.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/899","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.budiarto.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.budiarto.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.budiarto.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.budiarto.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=899"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"http:\/\/www.budiarto.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/899\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":901,"href":"http:\/\/www.budiarto.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/899\/revisions\/901"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.budiarto.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=899"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.budiarto.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=899"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.budiarto.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=899"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}