Thom Yorke, dans (nice dream), en 1995, nous chante :

They love me like I was a brother
They protect me, listen to me
They dug me my very own garden
Gave me sunshine, made me happy

(Nice dream … nice dream … nice dream)

I call up my friend, the good angel
But she’s out with her answerphone
She says she would love to come help but
The sea would electrocute us all

(Nice dream … nice dream)

Etonnant.
Oh, tiens, ça marche aussi avec la blogueuse, à condition toutefois de soigneusement remplacer brother par sister.