iluvya
you luv me (repeated multiple times)
i luv ya
le son venait de la rue
i luv ya
i luv ya
i luv ya
these are the transcriptions from the actual lyrics in the japanese release of this album. they differ a bit from what thom is actually singing.
you luv me (repeated multiple times)
i luv ya
le son venait de la rue
i luv ya
i luv ya
i luv ya
clicks on the phone.
I cannot help you.
caught by own worm.
caught in a rat's nest.
eat own young.
chew through wires
sewn up in stitches, stitches.
deny all knowledge.
paragraph 5.
subsection b.
the comittee is content. content.
to live in a rat's nest.
rat's nest
a rats nest--scrapbook, radiohead.com.
caught in own mess
setting the traps
nest full of rats
vermin
eat anything
flailing
chew through wires
sit at high table
eat wild boar
secret handshake
sleeves rolled
six of the best
crack whip
trousers down
mad old men
run this town
is this a free seat?
which way you heading?
you keep pushing and you keep pushing.
between the whipcrack
and the moonbeams
i said coachman where we heading?
the gleaming teeth
of the inbetween
i can hear some people laughing.
is this is a stitch up?
i am not willing
so i am turning you off and then i'm counting.
i regret.
i turn the clock back.
to where i wasn't taken in.
i jump out
of a window
and get lost in a jetstream.
this is a ghost coach
that we are riding
damp decay and splintering.
between the whipcrack
and the moonbeams
i can hear some people laughing.
We need a rubber man
we need a stretchy man
i'm not sure i am welcome.
you are a fool
and this is over
over the cliffs of Dover.
i regret.
i turn the clock back.
to where i wasn't taken in.
i jump out
of a window
and get lost in a jetstream.
you're beautiful
until i get close
you have the eyes of a mountain goat.
a coat of mildew
a bad smell
and the strap broke in my hand.
now i wanna turn back.
turn back.
i wanna turn back.
you need a rubber man
you need a stretchy man
you need a rubber man
you need a stretchy man
i wanna turn back
i wanna turn back
you need a rubber man
you need a stretchy man
you need a rubber man
you need a stretchy man
i wanna turn back
i;m on my back
turn back.
the drunkk machine
spitting nonsense
spitting feathers
talking in toungues
swiveilijng heads
splitting hairs
dont listen
who is driving?
aquaplaning
hold on
i got a bad feeling
i got a bad feeling
i got a bad feeling
don't listen
swivelling heads
the drunkk machine
spits
who put it in charge?
try to save but it doesnt come off the rug
try to build a wall that is high enough
s'all boiling over
s'all boiling over
try to save your house
try to save your songs
try to run but if follows you up the hill
s'all boiling over
s'all boiling over
your loved ones
your loved ones
a normal conversation
a normal conversation
you should a took me out while you had the chance
all the rooms renumbered and the loosers turned away
dont turn away dont turn away
you should a took me out while you had the chance
there were ten in the bed and the little one said roll over
you should a took him out while you had the chance.--"scrapbook", radiohead.com
Will you be playing any of these songs live?--Mojo | July 2006
Thom: The guys are talking about including some of the songs in the set. They seem well up for it. At the same time, we've got a lot of new songs of our own which we need to sort through first. I don't want to make it a big priority because it would be a lot of hard work to reinterpret stuff like that. It could become a major headache. But Jonny and I did a version of "Cymbal Rush"--that's my favourite--at a benefit show recently [May 1st, at the Koko in London]. It came out quite messy, but we'd only had two days to rehearse it.
Thom: "The words to 'Cymbal Rush' started out coming from a direct experience. But then I filtered out all the' direct experience' connotations until I was left with something else entirely."--Mojo | July 2006
Were these songs written in a concentrated period?--Rolling Stone | 1 June 2006
Thom: Absolutely, except for "Cymbal Rush"--that riff had been around for ages.
dont walk the plank like i did
you will be dispensed with
when youve become
inconvenient.
did i fall or was i pushed?
did i fall or was i pushed?
then where's the blood?
where's the blood?
im coming home i am coming home
to make it alright so dry your eyes
we think the same things at the same time
we just cant do anything about it
we think the same things at the same time
we just cant do anything about it
dont ask me ask the ministry
dont ask me ask the ministry
we think the same things at the same time
there are so many of us so you cant count
we think the same things at the same time
there are so many of us so you cant count
up on harrowdown hill
caught between the shadows
thats where i am
slumped against a tree.
can see me when im running?
can see me when im running?
away from THEM
away from THEM
i cant take the pressure
none cares if you live or die
THEY just want me gone
THEY want me gone
im coming home im coming home
to make it alright so dry your eyes*
we think the same things at the same time
we just can’t do anything about
we think the same things at the same time
there are too many of us so you cant
there are too many of us so you cant count
it was me led into the backroom
Harrowdown hill
it was me led into the backroom
Harrowdown hill
it was a slippery slippery slippery slope
it was a slippery slippery slippery slope
i feel me slipping in and out of consciousness
i feel me slipping in and out of consciousness
i feel me _____
I called it "Harrowdown Hill" because it was a really poetic title. To me it sounded like some sort of battle, some civil war type thing. Finishing the song, I was thinking about the 1990 Poll Tax Riots another of England's finest moments, when they beat protesters, and you know, there were old ladies there and kids with families. I didn't expect that many people to realize that Harrowdown Hill was where Dr. Kelly died. I'm not saying the reference isn't there, but there's more to it.- Thom Yorke | Los Angeles Times
Is the song 'Harrowdown Hill' really about the suicide of weapons inspector and government scientist Dr David Kelly?--Observer | 18 June 2006
'It is,' says Yorke with some reluctance. 'But I've got this thing where I don't want to make a big deal out of that because I'm very sensitive to the idea of digging up anything that the Kelly family... I don't really think it's appropriate for me to say, 'Yes, it's about that', because I'm sure they're still grieving over his death.'
But Harrowdown Hill is the name of the Oxfordshire woods where Kelly's body was found in July 2003. I remind Yorke of the lyrics: 'You will be dispensed with when you've become inconvenient... up on Harrowdown Hill... that's where I'm lying down... did I fall or was I pushed...'. That's quite direct stuff.
'It's the most angry song I've ever written in my life,' he nods grimly. 'I'm not gonna get into the background to it, the way I see it... And it's not for me or for any of us to dig any of this up. So it's a bit of an uncomfortable thing.'
Did the Kelly affair crystallise everything that was wrong and venal about the whole Iraq adventure for Yorke?
A pause. 'Um, I guess I didn't see it in terms of Iraq, but obviously, yes. What disturbed me the most about it was the way that the Ministry of Defence in this country is able to operate. I think it's a profound cancer at the centre of this society.'
"Harrowdown Hill" has parts that sound like a love song ('I'm coming home, so dry your eyes'), but there's menace in the opening lines ('You will be dispensed with when you become inconvenient') and other parts sound like a grim political showdown ('there are so many of us that you can't count'). Yorke had already written part of it when he realized it was about David Kelly, a chemical-weapons inspector in Iraq who committed suicide in 2003 after being connected to a leak of British intelligence about weapons of mass destruction. The body was found in a wood near Yorke's former school in Oxfordshire.--The Globe and Mail | 14 June 2006
Thom: The government and the Ministry of Defence were implicated in his death. They were directly responsible for outing him and that put him in a position of unbearable pressure that he couldn't deal with, and they knew they were doing it and what it would do to him... I've been feeling really uncomfortable about that song lately, because it was a personal tragedy, and Dr. Kelly has a family who are still grieving. But I also felt that not to write it would perhaps have been worse.
"Harrowdown Hill" was kicking around during Hail to the Thief, but there was no way that was going to work with the band.--Thom Yorke | Rolling Stone | 1 June 2006
and it rained all night and washed the filth away
down new york air condition juice drains
oh click cclick clack of the heavy black trains
a million engines t in neutral
oh theticktocktick ofa ticking timebomb
in 50ft of concrete deep underground
one little leak will become a lake
says the tiny voice in my earpiece
so i give in to the rhythm the click click clack
im too wasted to fight back
oh tick tock goes the pendulum on the old grandfather clock
i can see you
but i can never reach you
and it rained all night and then all day
the drops are size of your hands and face
the worms come out to see whats up
we pull the cars up from the river
its relentless invisible indefatigable indisputable undeniable
so how come it looks so beautiful?
how come the moon falls from the sky?
i can see you
but i can never reach you
Q: "What have you learned about yourself - as a songwriter - from making The Eraser?"--Rolling Stone | 1 June 2006
Thom: "I got a lot more confidence. I go through phases where I have absolutely no faith in anything I've done at all. But I was actually talking about what I was doing again. I'd ring up a friend, say 'Listen to this', and play him the bass riff on 'And It Rained All Night'. It was things like that, little pockets of excitement that I'd missed for so long."
"'And It Rained All Night' has this enormously shredded-up element of 'The Gloaming', not that you'd ever [notice]. I remember doing that in New York. I couldn't sleep one night, and it was one of those New York things, where the rain just chucks down. The rain was so loud."--Thom Yorke, Rolling Stone | 1 June 2006
Thom: "My favourite was 'and it rained all night', just because I'd never written a lyric like that before. It was basically a cut-and-paste of something I'd written, where I had my lounge just covered in bits of paper, and one was four pages long, which I cut down and cut down--all the way through thinking "this is never going to work". Then we actually ended up recording it on a full moon through the night, because I have one of those big, fat telescopes my partner bought me, and since Nigel is the only one who knows how to use it, when he comes to my house it's like 'come on, set it up for me'. So I'd go up to the roof and look at the moon an then run back downstairs and quickly write away. Back and forth, it was really good, actually; it surprised me to write that lyric. And it reallly surprised me that I got Nigel's voice in the headphones at the end going, 'yeah, that's good', because all the way through I was thinking 'this is so wack, it's never going to work'."--Paste | August 2006
no more going to the dark side with your flying saucer eyes
no more falling down a worm hole that I have to pull you out
the wriggling twiggling worm inside devours from the inside out
no more talk about the old days its time for soemthing great
want you to get up and make it work
so many allies so many allies so many allies so many allies
so feel the love come off of them and take me in your arms
peel all of your layers off i want to eat your artichoke heart
no more leaky holes in your brain and no false starts
i want you get up and make this work
so many allies so many allies so many allies so many allies
so feel the love come off of them and take me in your arms
i want you to get up and make this work
i want you to get up and make this work
hey itll be okay
The Eraser song 'Atoms For Peace' is about Yorke grappling with his worrywart, paranoid-android tendencies. 'No more going to the dark side with your flying saucer eyes,' it begins. 'No more talk about the old days, it's time for something great.'--Observer | 18 June 2006
'Quite a personal song, really,' Yorke sniffed. 'Trying to correlate my life with choosing to do this, and choosing to get over the fear which is a constant thing I have. Being a rock star, you're supposed to have super-über-confidence all the time. And I don't.' A pause. 'And it was my missus telling me to get it together basically.'
im in a skip divided malfunction
i flap around and divebomb
franticly around your light
enveloped in a sad distraction
i got your voice repeating endlessly
could you guide me in
could you smother me
i swoop around your head
but i never hit
im blinded by your daylight
electric veins passed through me
i thought there was this big connection
i only got my name
i only got this situation
i just need a number and location
without appropriate papers or permissions
im known to bite in tight situations
and as i head into french windows
i thought there was a big connection
i only got my name
i only got my situation
i just need my number and location
but the mole keeps telling me hey hey hey hey
the devil may hey hey heyhey
you are a fool for sticking round
ive tried every trick in the book
oh how come i
how come i loose
no one can undress your elliptical caress
dont look into my eyes
coz i'm desperately in love
when you walk in the room everything disappears
when you walk in a room its a terrible mess
when you walk in a room i start to melt
when you walk in a room i follow you roun dlike a dog
im a dog im a dog im a lapdog
im your lapdog
i just got my number and location
i just need my number and location
Now is that one of the love songs that you referred to earlier on?--XFM | 21 August 2006
Thom: Yeah... kind of. It's a bit messed up for that. It sounds like it's more of a love song than it really is. It's actually a song... it's more about the dislocation than anything else to me. when I... when I sing it, I always have this image of slick black oil.
So that's what you're thinking about when you're performing that?
Thom: "Yeah... that and sex."
The world presented in The Eraser is full of paranoia and scary dysfunctional stuff.--Mojo | July 2006
Thom: I bet you thought, 'Oh, he's at it again...' (laughs). It certainly gets very dark in the middle, yeah - with 'Skip Divided', which is about complete disconnection.
That song sounds like someone having serious problems in their inter-personal relationships. Is it autobiographical? Or do these words just appear out of your mouth?
Thom: It's always both - he said, being nice and evasive. You always take things from what's happening to you and whatever psychic garbage that's lodged in your head.
what will grow crooked you cant make straight
its the price that you;'ve got to pay
do yourself a favour and pack you bags
buy a ticket and get on the train
buy a ticket and get on the train
coz this is fucked up
fucked up
people get crushed like biscuit crumbs
and laid down in the bitumen
you have tried to best to please everyone
but it just isnt happenin
but it just isnt happenin
and that is fucked up
this is fucked up
this your blind spot
blind spot
it should be obvious
but its not
you cannot kick start a dead horse
you just cross yourself and walk away
i dont care what the future holds
coz i am right here and im today
this is fucked up
this is fucked up
we are black swans
black swans
and for spare parts we are broken up
you are fucked up
this is fucked up
we are black swans
and for spare parts were broken up
I also like the lines in "Black Swan": 'You cannot kick-start a dead horse/You just cross yourself and walk away'.--Thom Yorke | Rolling Stone | 2006
Thom: [Laughs] As always, whatever psychic garbage you've got going on in your head, you end up using it. You should have seen the stuff I didn't put in. That's the shit you don't want to know about."
time is running out for us
but you just move the hands upon the clock
you throw coins in a wishing well
wake up
you just move your hands upon the clock
it comes to you begging you to stop
wake up
but you just move your hands upon the clock
throw coins in a wishing well
for us
make believe that you are still in charge
Real Politik
other guitar lines.. processed and sampled as pads to play..additional guitar riffs
festival in the desert
It comes to you naked and afraid
for mercy
and begs you for bread for shelter and a bed
it begs to be brought out of the cold
for mercy
it begs to warm its blue limbs by your fire
melody1
it comes to you begging you to stop
for mercy
but you dont have the love inside you to forgive
you call up a witchhunt/lynchmob instead
no mercy
a fire breathing dragon of local hypocrits
melody1
melody2
you bomb the weak and the infants/infirm
in the name of god. no mercy.
you reach for you cross instead
and bible
a firebreathing witchhunt of local hypocrits
so quick to judge both the living and the dead
scatter bomb
a self fulfilling prophecy
of endless possibilty
in rolling reams across a screen
in algebra in algebra
in fences that you cannot climb
in sentences that do not rhyme
in all that you can never change
the one your looking for
it gets you down
it gets you down
theres no spark
no light in the dark
it gets you down
it gets you down
youve travelled far
what have you have found
that theres no time
theres no time
to analyse
to think things thru
to make sense
by candles in the city
you never looked so pretty
by powercuts and blackouts
sleeping like babies
it gets you down
it gets you down
you're just playing a part
you're just playing a part
you're playing a part
playing part
but theres no time
theres no time
to analyse
analyse
analyse
analyse
Q: "Your writing has always been intensely personal and conflicted, but because your voice is so up front on The Eraser, the words and images come through so vividly, as in 'Analyse'."
Thom: "[sings] 'Powercuts and blackouts/Sleeping like babies.' I used to live in central Oxford, on one of those historical streets, with all these houses built in the 1860s. I came home one night and for some reason, the street had a powercut. The houses were all dark, with candlelight in the windows, which is obviously how it would have been when they were built. It was beautiful."
(Rolling Stone, june 1st 2006)
please excuse me but i got to ask,
are you only being nice because you want something?
my fairytale arab princess
be careful how you respond
you might end up in this song
i never gave you an encouragement
and its doing me in doing me in doing me in doing me in
the more the more you try to erase me the more
the more the more that i appear
the more the more the more you try the eraser
the more that i appear
you know the answer so why do you ask?
i am only being nice because I want something
you're like a kitten with a ball of wool
and it's doing me in doing me in doing me in
the more the more you try to erase me the more
the more that i appear
the more the more i try to erase you the more
the more the more that
you appear
no youre wrong youre wrong youre wrong
youre wrong youre wrong
they are only being nice because they want something', 'you are merely a distraction. im a kitten with a ball of wool.
sundaycomedown--'scrapbook', radiohead.com
empty streets
ant powder
tennis ball
swollen lip
creamscryingcream
long long long long
hold me cool down
firework rocket
a braver man than eye
sunday papers
artichoke broken hearts
vodka
railings cling clang
the sound of empty bottles
berlin
in a sack
hang on
heavy metal
change
digital channel
'this is a stitch up'
they are only being nice because they want something
the chink in your armour
you fatal flaw
spitting an obligatory compliment to make me feel at ease
lunatic
soothsayer
naysayer
hypocrit
be amusing
be amused
makes notes
say nothing
admit everything
admit nothing
politics is poison
words are blunt instruments
you give nothing
so receive nothing
i am imagining
while people are carrying
tongueing
fucking
drinking
all on candid camera
right now this camera is saying nothing
project for a new century
anyway
accept no imitations
turn on the shredder
and begin hoping now to have found solution to everyday recurring problems
to building new life much like the first
mirror image
barely different
safe
the soft whispering and corrosion
not realised
this is important
wait
change your locks and email and phone numbers
a few factual errors
--------
do you choose the plastic?
or the real?
man i choose the plastic.
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the more that i struggle
the further i get in trouble
the more i erase you
the more you appear
any other time
any other time
please
not now
never ever never
ever never ever
pick up the phone
calm down
take three of these
with a glass of water
shut up
oh no it doesn't
oh yes it does
you should be with me
we should be together
no we shouldn't
no
we shouldn't
oh dear how sad
never mind
oh dear how sad
never mind
pass it round
down is the new up
-------
calm down
take three of these
with a glass of water
shut up
To me the most exciting... you know... exciting music I ever had is when you get all those things mixed up together and you can't tell where one starts and one ends... you know there's something else going on....It's probably lazy and a little bit just a response to what people think I am or I am not to say that this is a political record because it has a lot of love songs and personal songs...--Thom Yorke on XFM, 21 August 2006
Q: "Were these songs written in a concentrated period?"--Rolling Stone | 1 June 2006)
Thom: "Absolutely, except for 'Cymbal Rush' - that riff that had been around for ages - and 'The Eraser', where the piano chords are Jonny's. I recorded them on a dictaphone around his house one day. A year and a half later, I had to own up that I had sampled them, cut them into a different order and made them into a song [laughs]. 'Is that alright? Sorry, Jonny.'"
The first lines you hear on the album are, "please excuse me, but i got to ask, are you only being nice because you want something?/my fairytale arab princess be careful how you respond/you might end up in this song". When asked to comment on the lyrics of "the eraser" there's a long pause before he simply answers, "I can't."--Paste | August 2006.