RadioBard: Shakespeare does Radiohead's Creep

When last thou grac’d this lonely land with glee
Thine eyes, in faith, I could not gaze upon 
An angel from above thou art in truth
A weeping most sincere thy skin inspires
Thou doth recall a feather as thy float 
In lands most pleasing to the maker’s eye
Devoutly I would cast my soul so special
As art thou

I am but a rogue! 
I am a libertine!

I know not wherefore I dwell in this place
But in this land I fear I belong not

If pain usurps my soul I shudder not
I seek but to design my very fate
And in this fate I seek a flawless form
A form to match a soul most without spot
And when I dwell here not I would thy mark it
For thou art special as the act of coupling

I am but a rascal!
I am a lecher!

I know not wherefore I dwell in this place
But in this land I fear I belong not

She doth flee from the entrance!
She doth flee! She doth flee! O’ she doth flee!

All which pleaseth thou
All which thou doth desire
Would I were special

As art thou

I am but a knave!
I am a debaucher!
I know not wherefore I dwell in this place
But in this land I fear I belong not


In this land I fear I belong not