Analyze (Thom Yorke)

I never imagined these would be my last days in Queens. With the whirlwind of events taking place in my life, the last thing I wanted to concern myself with was the possibility of becoming homeless. But as the pressure from the Building Department mounted on my landlord and employer, our interactions grew increasingly tense with each passing day. I could feel the strain in the air, thick and heavy, as if it were a tangible presence in the room. During those nights, I would stay in the warehouse where I worked, nervously anticipating a visit from the inspectors that would undoubtedly result in hefty fines for my landlord. Among my final days in that dank, dimly lit basement, I would kill all the lights, leaving only the faint glow of the television set behind me, casting eerie shadows on the walls. It was in this solitude that I decided to record a simplified cover of Thom Yorke’s “Analyze.” As I sat down in front of the camera, the cold, hard keys of the keyboard lay beneath my trembling fingers. This was the first time I would play the keyboard on camera, and I couldn’t shake the nervousness that coursed through my veins. My heart raced with each press of the keys, as if the rhythm of my own heartbeat was attempting to sync with the melancholic melody. The more I delved into the lyrics of the song, the more I realized how much they resonated with my current situation. The more I analyzed my life, the more it got me down. The weight of my past mistakes and the chaos I had caused in my life bore down on me like an oppressive force, threatening to suffocate me with the enormity of it all. As I played, my fingers hesitated over the keys, the music a haunting reflection of the turmoil within me. The camera lens seemed to stare at me with cold scrutiny, amplifying my fears and insecurities. But as I continued, I found myself being swallowed up by the music, my emotions pouring out through my fingertips and into the haunting melody that filled the room.