faith, you're driving me away
you do it everyday
you don't mean it but it hurts like hell
my brain says I'm receiving pain
a lack of oxygen
from my life support, my iron lung
we're too young to fall asleep
too cynical to speak
we are losing it, can't you tell
we scratch our eternal itch
a twentieth century bitch
and we are grateful for our iron lungs
the head shrinkers
they want everything
my uncle Bill
my Belisha beacon
the head shrinkers
they want everything
my uncle Bill
my Belisha beacon
suck, suck your teenage thumb
toilet trained and dumb
when the power runs out we'll just hum
this, this is our new song
just like the last one
a total waste of time, my iron lung
the head shrinkers
they want everything
my uncle Bill
my Belisha beacon
the head shrinkers
they want everything
my uncle Bill
my Belisha beacon
and if you're frightened
you can be frightened
you can be, it's OK
and if you're frightened
you can be frightened
you can be, it's OK
the head shrinkers
they want everything
my uncle Bill
my Belisha beacon
My Iron Lung E.P.
Monday, August 16, 2010
My Iron Lung
The Trickster
lost in the mountains
rust in my brain
the air is sacred here
in spite of your claim
up on the rooftops
out of reach
trickster is meaningless
trickster is weak
he's talking out the world
talking out the world
hey, hey, hey, this is only halfway
hey, hey, hey, this is only halfway
I wanted you so bad
that I couldn't say
all these things fall apart
we wanted out so bad
that we couldn't say
these things fall apart
we're talking out the world
talking out the world
hey, hey, hey, this is only halfway
hey, hey, hey, this is only halfway
truant kids
a can of brick dust worms
who do not want to climb down from
their chestnut tree
long white gloves
police check carefully
escaped from the zoo
the perfect child facsimile is
talking out the world
talking out the world
hey, hey, hey, this is only halfway
hey, hey, hey, this is only halfway
Lewis (Mistreated)
bummed out again by your only business friend
the smell of fear is thicker than you think
don't do it, don't jump
changed shape to fit, in the end you just feel sick
at a minimalized size, under anaesthetic
hey don't do it, don't jump
Lewis, save yourself the pain, you'll never get there
Lewis, save yourself the pain, it never really mattered
we never noticed, we never understood
he just got crushed to fit, he never even smelt out the best
it's the best, it's the best day of your life
Lewis, save yourself the pain, you'll never get there
Lewis, save yourself the pain, it never really matters
no, I swear, I swear, I swear
oh, mistreated, a low corporate
mistreated, a low corporate
I don't wanna to talk about it
I don't wanna to talk about it
I don't wanna to talk about Lewis, Lewis, Lewis
I don't wanna to talk about Lewis, Lewis, Lewis
Punchdrunk Lovesick Singalong
I wrapped you inside my coat
when they came to firebomb the house
I didn't feel pain, 'cause no-one can touch me
now that I'm held in your spell
a beautiful girl
a beautiful girl
can turn your world into dust
sell me a car that goes
sell me a house that stands
I never cared before, I never cared before
I never cared before, before, before, before
a beautiful girl
a beautiful girl
can turn your world into dust
a beautiful girl
a beautiful girl
can turn your world into dust
I stood in front of her face
when the first bullet was shot
This dreamy freak-out had its origins in a row between Yorke and his girlfriend. The title referred to the couple's curious way of resolving their disagreements. "Whenever my partner and I have fights, we pull out our Punch and Judy puppets", Yorke revealed. After one particulary energetic spat, Judy needed to be taken back to the toy shop for repairs, at which point Yorke wrote a song oozing contrition, "A beautiful girl can turn your world to dust".--Q: Complete Radiohead
Lozenge of Love
I am gone
everybody's raging
and these fruits
they still taste of poison
I won't be around
when you really need me
I can't sleep
why can't someone hold me
I need warmth
my restless body cracks and moans
I won't have the strength
when you really need me
You Never Wash Up After Yourself
I must get out once in a while
everything's starting to die
the dust settles, the worms dig
the spiders crawl over the bed
I must get out once in a while
I eat all day and now I'm fat
yesterday's meal is hugging the plates
you never wash up after yourself
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