<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31503605</id><updated>2011-08-24T06:38:58.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the eraser lyrics</title><subtitle type='html'>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.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeraserlyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31503605/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeraserlyrics.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>wierd fishee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01762003424374157129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e196/patrycja1/2005-03-28%20Ether%20Festival/IMG_6895.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31503605.post-2161585101755849707</id><published>2010-11-26T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T20:36:41.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Eraser</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;With this record, it was a bit mad because there were no songs. I mean, Nigel may’ve had it on his mind—since he’d been working with Paul McCartney, Mr. Melody—and didn’t intend on telling me. In fact, all the lyrics came as it was going along, which was somewhat of a difficult situation, because the only way I could really complete them, bizarrely, was to try and play most of the tracks on an instrument. Generally speaking, I couldn’t write just listening to the laptop. I know that Stipey [Michael Stipe] has done this over the years, where R.E.M. sends him tracks, and he drives around in this old Volvo, and he used to write lyrics like that. I have done a lot that way, but I was finding the pace of what we were doing so fast that I just didn’t have time. So, the easiest way to do it was desperately figure out how to play it. Which is really interesting because it feeds back to the guitar part in ‘Black Swan,’ which hadn’t been there for ages. But to sing something, I needed to strum something and then the song came, a very peculiar way around.&lt;/blockquote&gt;--paste magazine, august 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;the eraser, however, is not the same old shit, by any means. in a very true way, it's an album of love songs. but before you think yorke has gone completely soft, by clarification, the "love" here is the whole package, complete with mean streaks and caustic wit, not merely the trite, romantic-idealist definition. "who would want to listen to that crap?" yorke says. "it's not real; love isn't like that. well, it isn't for me--maybe that's why i don't get any action", he laughs.&lt;br /&gt;for yorke, a true love song speaks to the realities of love--the egotistically sadistic side, the analytical side, the physical depravation side, all of it, not some 'here are your roses, i love you darling' lionel ritchie sendup.&lt;br /&gt;"happily ever after... not!"&lt;br /&gt;the eraser's title track is the most pointed. 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". &lt;br /&gt;when asked to comment on the lyrics of "the eraser" there's a long pause before he simply answers, "i can't".&lt;/blockquote&gt;--paste magazine, august 2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e196/patrycja1/2005-03-28%20Ether%20Festival/IMG_6895.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fseZhAXv2fQ/TPBvc-J_25I/AAAAAAAAHpM/8LQOC9061Bs/s72-c/Cover-i.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31503605.post-115962903035296389</id><published>2006-09-30T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T18:44:05.712-08:00</updated><title type='text'>01. the eraser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fseZhAXv2fQ/TPBwY-fjMuI/AAAAAAAAHpU/sHgP8vubM-w/s1600/L1030409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 60px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fseZhAXv2fQ/TPBwY-fjMuI/AAAAAAAAHpU/sHgP8vubM-w/s400/L1030409.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544054715687580386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;please excuse me but i got to ask,&lt;br /&gt;are you only being nice because you want something?&lt;br /&gt;my fairytale arab princess&lt;br /&gt;be careful how you respond&lt;br /&gt;you might end up in this song&lt;br /&gt;i never gave you an encouragement&lt;br /&gt;and its doing me in doing me in doing me in doing me in&lt;br /&gt;the more the more you try to erase me the more&lt;br /&gt;the more the more that i appear&lt;br /&gt;the more the more the more you try the eraser&lt;br /&gt;the more that i appear&lt;br /&gt;you know the answer so why do you ask?&lt;br /&gt;i am only being nice because I want something&lt;br /&gt;you're like a kitten with a ball of wool&lt;br /&gt;and it's doing me in doing me in doing me in&lt;br /&gt;the more the more you try to erase me the more&lt;br /&gt;the more that i appear&lt;br /&gt;the more the more i try to erase you the more&lt;br /&gt;the more the more that&lt;br /&gt;you appear&lt;br /&gt;no youre wrong youre wrong youre wrong&lt;br /&gt;youre wrong youre wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;they are only being nice because they want something', 'you are merely a distraction. im a kitten with a ball of wool.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;sundaycomedown&lt;br /&gt;empty streets&lt;br /&gt;ant powder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tennis ball&lt;br /&gt;swollen lip&lt;br /&gt;creamscryingcream&lt;br /&gt;long long long long&lt;br /&gt;hold me cool down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firework rocket&lt;br /&gt;a braver man than eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday papers&lt;br /&gt;artichoke broken hearts&lt;br /&gt;vodka&lt;br /&gt;railings cling clang&lt;br /&gt;the sound of empty bottles&lt;br /&gt;berlin&lt;br /&gt;in a sack&lt;br /&gt;hang on&lt;br /&gt;heavy metal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;change&lt;br /&gt;digital channel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'this is a stitch up'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are only being nice because they want something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the chink in your armour&lt;br /&gt;you fatal flaw&lt;br /&gt;spitting an obligatory compliment to make me feel at ease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunatic&lt;br /&gt;soothsayer&lt;br /&gt;naysayer&lt;br /&gt;hypocrit&lt;br /&gt;be amusing&lt;br /&gt;be amused&lt;br /&gt;makes notes&lt;br /&gt;say nothing&lt;br /&gt;admit everything&lt;br /&gt;admit nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;politics is poison&lt;br /&gt;words are blunt instruments&lt;br /&gt;you give nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so receive nothing&lt;br /&gt;i am imagining&lt;br /&gt;while people are carrying&lt;br /&gt;tongueing&lt;br /&gt;fucking&lt;br /&gt;drinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all on candid camera&lt;br /&gt;right now this camera is saying nothing&lt;/blockquote&gt;--'scrapbook', radiohead.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;project for a new century&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;accept no imitations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turn on the shredder&lt;br /&gt;and begin hoping now to have found solution to everyday recurring problems&lt;br /&gt;to building new life much like the first&lt;br /&gt;mirror image&lt;br /&gt;barely different&lt;br /&gt;safe&lt;br /&gt;the soft whispering and corrosion&lt;br /&gt;not realised&lt;br /&gt;this is important&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait&lt;br /&gt;change your locks and email and phone numbers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few factual errors&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;do you choose the plastic?&lt;br /&gt;or the real?&lt;br /&gt;man i choose the plastic.&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;the more that i struggle&lt;br /&gt;the further i get in trouble&lt;br /&gt;the more i erase you&lt;br /&gt;the more you appear&lt;br /&gt;any other time&lt;br /&gt;any other time&lt;br /&gt;please&lt;br /&gt;not now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never ever never&lt;br /&gt;ever never ever&lt;br /&gt;pick up the phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;calm down&lt;br /&gt;take three of these&lt;br /&gt;with a glass of water&lt;br /&gt;shut up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh no it doesn't&lt;br /&gt;oh yes it does&lt;br /&gt;you should be with me&lt;br /&gt;we should be together&lt;br /&gt;no we shouldn't&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;we shouldn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh dear how sad&lt;br /&gt;never mind&lt;br /&gt;oh dear how sad&lt;br /&gt;never mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pass it round&lt;br /&gt;down is the new up&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;calm down&lt;br /&gt;take three of these&lt;br /&gt;with a glass of water&lt;br /&gt;shut up&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;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...&lt;/blockquote&gt;--Thom Yorke on XFM, 21 August 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Q: "Were these songs written in a concentrated period?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.'"&lt;/blockquote&gt;--Rolling Stone | 1 June 2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;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."&lt;/blockquote&gt;--Paste | August 2006.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31503605-115962903035296389?l=theeraserlyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeraserlyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/115962903035296389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31503605&amp;postID=115962903035296389&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31503605/posts/default/115962903035296389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31503605/posts/default/115962903035296389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeraserlyrics.blogspot.com/2006/09/rats-nest.html' title='01. the eraser'/><author><name>wierd fishee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01762003424374157129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e196/patrycja1/2005-03-28%20Ether%20Festival/IMG_6895.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fseZhAXv2fQ/TPBwY-fjMuI/AAAAAAAAHpU/sHgP8vubM-w/s72-c/L1030409.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31503605.post-115553480176410532</id><published>2006-08-13T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T18:49:41.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'>02. analyse</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;a self fulfilling prophecy&lt;br /&gt; of endless possibilty&lt;br /&gt;in rolling reams across a screen&lt;br /&gt;in algebra in algebra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in fences that you cannot climb&lt;br /&gt;in sentences that do not rhyme&lt;br /&gt;in all that you can never change&lt;br /&gt;the one your looking for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it gets you down&lt;br /&gt;it gets you down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres no spark&lt;br /&gt;no light in the dark&lt;br /&gt;it gets you down&lt;br /&gt;it gets you down&lt;br /&gt;youve travelled far&lt;br /&gt;what have you have found&lt;br /&gt;that theres no time&lt;br /&gt;theres no time&lt;br /&gt;to analyse&lt;br /&gt;to think things thru&lt;br /&gt;to make sense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by candles in the city&lt;br /&gt;you never looked so pretty&lt;br /&gt;by powercuts and blackouts&lt;br /&gt;sleeping like babies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it gets you down&lt;br /&gt;it gets you down&lt;br /&gt;you're just playing a part&lt;br /&gt;you're just playing a part&lt;br /&gt;you're playing a part&lt;br /&gt;playing part&lt;br /&gt;but theres no time&lt;br /&gt;theres no time&lt;br /&gt;to analyse&lt;br /&gt;analyse&lt;br /&gt;analyse&lt;br /&gt;analyse&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;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'."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Rolling Stone, june 1st 2006)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31503605-115553480176410532?l=theeraserlyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeraserlyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/115553480176410532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31503605&amp;postID=115553480176410532&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31503605/posts/default/115553480176410532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31503605/posts/default/115553480176410532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeraserlyrics.blogspot.com/2006/08/jetstream.html' title='02. analyse'/><author><name>wierd fishee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01762003424374157129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e196/patrycja1/2005-03-28%20Ether%20Festival/IMG_6895.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31503605.post-115523068765348211</id><published>2006-08-10T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T18:51:53.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'>03. the clock</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EzjtyoYSs98"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EzjtyoYSs98" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Later... with Jools Holland" | November 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z1nFB-R-_gI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z1nFB-R-_gI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Henry Rollins Show" | 15 July 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;time is running out for us&lt;br /&gt;but you just move the hands upon the clock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you throw coins in a wishing well&lt;br /&gt;wake up&lt;br /&gt;you just move your hands upon the clock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it comes to you begging you to stop&lt;br /&gt;wake up&lt;br /&gt;but you just move your hands upon the clock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;throw coins in a wishing well&lt;br /&gt;for us&lt;br /&gt;make believe that you are still in charge&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;mercy&lt;/span&gt; .pdf file in &lt;a href="http://www.theeraser.net/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Real Politik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other guitar lines.. processed and sampled as pads to play..additional guitar riffs&lt;br /&gt;festival in the desert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It comes to you naked and afraid&lt;br /&gt;for mercy&lt;br /&gt;and begs you for bread for shelter and a bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it begs to be brought out of the cold&lt;br /&gt;for mercy&lt;br /&gt;it begs to warm its blue limbs by your fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;melody1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it comes to you begging you to stop&lt;br /&gt;for mercy&lt;br /&gt;but you dont have the love inside you to forgive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you call up a witchhunt/lynchmob instead&lt;br /&gt;no mercy&lt;br /&gt;a fire breathing dragon of local hypocrits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;melody1&lt;br /&gt;melody2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you bomb the weak and the infants/infirm&lt;br /&gt;in the name of god. no mercy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you reach for you cross instead&lt;br /&gt;and bible&lt;br /&gt;a firebreathing witchhunt of local hypocrits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so quick to judge both the living and the dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scatter bomb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31503605-115523068765348211?l=theeraserlyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeraserlyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/115523068765348211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31503605&amp;postID=115523068765348211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31503605/posts/default/115523068765348211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31503605/posts/default/115523068765348211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeraserlyrics.blogspot.com/2006/08/important-note.html' title='03. the clock'/><author><name>wierd fishee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01762003424374157129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e196/patrycja1/2005-03-28%20Ether%20Festival/IMG_6895.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31503605.post-115463824600737891</id><published>2006-08-03T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T19:52:05.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>04. black swan</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;what will grow crooked you cant make straight&lt;br /&gt;its the price that you;'ve got to pay&lt;br /&gt;do yourself a favour and pack you bags&lt;br /&gt;buy a ticket and get on the train&lt;br /&gt;buy a ticket and get on the train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz this is fucked up&lt;br /&gt;fucked up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people get crushed like biscuit crumbs&lt;br /&gt;and laid down in the bitumen&lt;br /&gt;you have tried to best to please everyone&lt;br /&gt;but it just isnt happenin&lt;br /&gt;but it just isnt happenin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that is fucked up&lt;br /&gt;this is fucked up&lt;br /&gt;this your blind spot&lt;br /&gt;blind spot&lt;br /&gt;it should be obvious&lt;br /&gt;but its not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you cannot kick start a dead horse&lt;br /&gt;you just cross yourself and walk away&lt;br /&gt;i dont care what the future holds&lt;br /&gt;coz i am right here and im today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is fucked up&lt;br /&gt;this is fucked up&lt;br /&gt;we are black swans&lt;br /&gt;black swans&lt;br /&gt;and for spare parts we are broken up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are fucked up&lt;br /&gt;this is fucked up&lt;br /&gt;we are black swans&lt;br /&gt;and for spare parts were broken up&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I also like the lines in "Black Swan": 'You cannot kick-start a dead horse/You just cross yourself and walk away'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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."&lt;/blockquote&gt;--Thom Yorke | Rolling Stone | 2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31503605-115463824600737891?l=theeraserlyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeraserlyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/115463824600737891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31503605&amp;postID=115463824600737891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31503605/posts/default/115463824600737891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31503605/posts/default/115463824600737891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeraserlyrics.blogspot.com/2006/08/drunkk-machine.html' title='04. black swan'/><author><name>wierd fishee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01762003424374157129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e196/patrycja1/2005-03-28%20Ether%20Festival/IMG_6895.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31503605.post-115395168654706722</id><published>2006-07-26T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T19:53:44.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>05. skip divided</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;im in a skip divided malfunction&lt;br /&gt;i flap around and divebomb&lt;br /&gt;franticly around your light&lt;br /&gt;enveloped in a sad distraction&lt;br /&gt;i got your voice repeating endlessly&lt;br /&gt;could you guide me in&lt;br /&gt;could you smother me&lt;br /&gt;i swoop around your head&lt;br /&gt;but i never hit&lt;br /&gt;im blinded by your daylight&lt;br /&gt;electric veins passed through me&lt;br /&gt;i thought there was this big connection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i only got my name &lt;br /&gt;i only got this situation&lt;br /&gt;i just need a number and location&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without appropriate papers or permissions&lt;br /&gt;im known to bite in tight situations&lt;br /&gt;and as i head into french windows&lt;br /&gt;i thought there was a big connection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i only got my name &lt;br /&gt;i only got my situation&lt;br /&gt;i just need my number and location&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the mole keeps telling me hey hey hey hey &lt;br /&gt;the devil may hey hey heyhey &lt;br /&gt;you are a fool for sticking round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive tried every trick in the book&lt;br /&gt;oh how come i&lt;br /&gt;how come i loose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one can undress your elliptical caress&lt;br /&gt;dont look into my eyes &lt;br /&gt;coz i'm desperately in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you walk in the room everything disappears&lt;br /&gt;when you walk in a room its a terrible mess&lt;br /&gt;when you walk in a room i start to melt&lt;br /&gt;when you walk in a room i follow you roun dlike a dog&lt;br /&gt;im a dog im a dog im a lapdog&lt;br /&gt;im your lapdog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just got my number and location&lt;br /&gt;i just need my number and location&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Now is that one of the love songs that you referred to earlier on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's what you're thinking about when you're performing that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thom: "Yeah... that and sex."&lt;/blockquote&gt;--XFM | 21 August 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The world presented in The Eraser is full of paranoia and scary dysfunctional stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;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?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;/blockquote&gt;--Mojo | July 2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31503605-115395168654706722?l=theeraserlyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeraserlyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/115395168654706722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31503605&amp;postID=115395168654706722&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31503605/posts/default/115395168654706722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31503605/posts/default/115395168654706722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeraserlyrics.blogspot.com/2006/07/japanese-cd-lyrics.html' title='05. skip divided'/><author><name>wierd fishee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01762003424374157129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e196/patrycja1/2005-03-28%20Ether%20Festival/IMG_6895.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31503605.post-115358508345062133</id><published>2006-07-22T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T20:39:01.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>06. atoms for peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;no more going to the dark side with your flying saucer eyes&lt;br /&gt;no more falling down a worm hole that I have to pull you out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the wriggling twiggling worm inside devours from the inside out&lt;br /&gt;no more talk about the old days its time for soemthing great&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;want you to get up and make it work&lt;br /&gt;so many allies so many allies so many allies so many allies&lt;br /&gt;so feel the love come off of them and take me in your arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peel all of your layers off i want to eat your artichoke heart&lt;br /&gt;no more leaky holes in your brain and no false starts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want you get up and make this work&lt;br /&gt;so many allies so many allies so many allies so many allies&lt;br /&gt;so feel the love come off of them and take me in your arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want you to get up and make this work&lt;br /&gt;i want you to get up and make this work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey itll be okay&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note: &lt;br /&gt;the wriggling twiggling worm inside you&lt;br /&gt;devours you from the inside out&lt;br /&gt;digging catacombs through your soggy through grey brain matter&lt;br /&gt;leaky holes in your heart&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;sundaycomedown&lt;br /&gt;empty streets&lt;br /&gt;ant powder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tennis ball&lt;br /&gt;swollen lip&lt;br /&gt;creamscryingcream&lt;br /&gt;long long long long&lt;br /&gt;hold me cool down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firework rocket&lt;br /&gt;a braver man than eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday papers&lt;br /&gt;artichoke broken hearts&lt;br /&gt;vodka&lt;br /&gt;railings cling clang&lt;br /&gt;the sound of empty bottles&lt;br /&gt;berlin&lt;br /&gt;in a sack&lt;br /&gt;hang on&lt;br /&gt;heavy metal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;change &lt;br /&gt;digital channel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'this is a stitch up'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are only being nice because they want something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the chink in your armour&lt;br /&gt;you fatal flaw&lt;br /&gt;spitting an obligatory compliment to make me feel at ease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunatic&lt;br /&gt;soothsayer&lt;br /&gt;naysayer&lt;br /&gt;hypocrit&lt;br /&gt;be amusing&lt;br /&gt;be amused&lt;br /&gt;makes notes&lt;br /&gt;say nothing&lt;br /&gt;admit everything&lt;br /&gt;admit nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;politics is poison&lt;br /&gt;words are blunt instruments&lt;br /&gt;you give nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so receive nothing&lt;br /&gt;i am imagining&lt;br /&gt;while people are carrying&lt;br /&gt;tongueing&lt;br /&gt;fucking&lt;br /&gt;drinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all on candid camera&lt;br /&gt;right now this camera is saying nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(scrapbook, radiohead.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;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.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'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.'&lt;/blockquote&gt;--Observer | 18 June 2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31503605-115358508345062133?l=theeraserlyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeraserlyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/115358508345062133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31503605&amp;postID=115358508345062133&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31503605/posts/default/115358508345062133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31503605/posts/default/115358508345062133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeraserlyrics.blogspot.com/2006/07/09-cymbal-rush.html' title='06. atoms for peace'/><author><name>wierd fishee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01762003424374157129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e196/patrycja1/2005-03-28%20Ether%20Festival/IMG_6895.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31503605.post-115358503267213993</id><published>2006-07-22T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T20:11:57.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>07. and it rained all night</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;and it rained all night and washed the filth away&lt;br /&gt;down new york air condition juice drains&lt;br /&gt;oh click cclick clack of the heavy black trains&lt;br /&gt;a million engines t in neutral&lt;br /&gt;oh theticktocktick ofa ticking timebomb&lt;br /&gt;in 50ft of concrete deep underground&lt;br /&gt;one little leak will become a lake &lt;br /&gt;says the tiny voice in my earpiece&lt;br /&gt;so i give in to the rhythm the click click clack&lt;br /&gt;im too wasted to fight back&lt;br /&gt;oh tick tock goes the pendulum on the old grandfather clock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can see you &lt;br /&gt;but i can never reach you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it rained all night and then all day&lt;br /&gt;the drops are size of your hands and face&lt;br /&gt;the worms come out to see whats up&lt;br /&gt;we pull the cars up from the river&lt;br /&gt;its relentless invisible indefatigable indisputable undeniable&lt;br /&gt;so how come it looks so beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;how come the moon falls from the sky?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can see you&lt;br /&gt;but i can never reach you&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note: 'it relentless invisible indefatigable undisputed&lt;br /&gt;undeniable so how come it looks so beautiful?', 'it relentless invisible indefitagable undisputed undeniable so how come it looks so beautiful? how comes the constellations shines? how come sun still reflect s frrom the moon?' ('scrapbook', radiohead.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Q: "What have you learned about yourself - as a songwriter - from making The Eraser?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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."&lt;/blockquote&gt;--Rolling Stone | 1 June 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"'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."&lt;/blockquote&gt;--Thom Yorke, Rolling Stone | 1  June 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;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'."&lt;/blockquote&gt;--Paste | August 2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31503605-115358503267213993?l=theeraserlyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeraserlyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/115358503267213993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31503605&amp;postID=115358503267213993&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31503605/posts/default/115358503267213993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31503605/posts/default/115358503267213993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeraserlyrics.blogspot.com/2006/07/08-harrowdown-hill.html' title='07. and it rained all night'/><author><name>wierd fishee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01762003424374157129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e196/patrycja1/2005-03-28%20Ether%20Festival/IMG_6895.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31503605.post-115358497609846864</id><published>2006-07-22T09:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T18:22:06.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>07. and it rained all night</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;and it rained all night and washed the filth away&lt;br /&gt;down new york air condition juice drains&lt;br /&gt;oh click cclick clack of the heavy black trains&lt;br /&gt;a million engines t in neutral&lt;br /&gt;oh theticktocktick ofa ticking timebomb&lt;br /&gt;in 50ft of concrete deep underground&lt;br /&gt;one little leak will become a lake &lt;br /&gt;says the tiny voice in my earpiece&lt;br /&gt;so i give in to the rhythm the click click clack&lt;br /&gt;im too wasted to fight back&lt;br /&gt;oh tick tock goes the pendulum on the old grandfather clock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can see you &lt;br /&gt;but i can never reach you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it rained all night and then all day&lt;br /&gt;the drops are size of your hands and face&lt;br /&gt;the worms come out to see whats up&lt;br /&gt;we pull the cars up from the river&lt;br /&gt;its relentless invisible indefatigable indisputable undeniable&lt;br /&gt;so how come it looks so beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;how come the moon falls from the sky?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can see you&lt;br /&gt;but i can never reach you&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note: 'it relentless invisible indefatigable undisputed&lt;br /&gt;undeniable so how come it looks so beautiful?', 'it relentless invisible indefitagable undisputed undeniable so how come it looks so beautiful? how comes the constellations shines? how come sun still reflect s frrom the moon?' ('scrapbook', radiohead.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Q: "What have you learned about yourself - as a songwriter - from making The Eraser?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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."&lt;/blockquote&gt;--Rolling Stone | 1 June 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"'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."&lt;/blockquote&gt;--Thom Yorke, Rolling Stone | 1  June 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;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'."&lt;/blockquote&gt;--Paste | August 2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31503605-115358497609846864?l=theeraserlyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeraserlyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/115358497609846864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31503605&amp;postID=115358497609846864&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31503605/posts/default/115358497609846864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31503605/posts/default/115358497609846864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeraserlyrics.blogspot.com/2006/07/07-and-it-rained-all-night.html' title='07. and it rained all night'/><author><name>wierd fishee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01762003424374157129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e196/patrycja1/2005-03-28%20Ether%20Festival/IMG_6895.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31503605.post-115358492898066329</id><published>2006-07-22T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T22:11:44.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>08. harrowdown hill</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M8ybWaIvmaM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M8ybWaIvmaM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;dont walk the plank like i did&lt;br /&gt;you will be dispensed with&lt;br /&gt;when youve become&lt;br /&gt;inconvenient.&lt;br /&gt;did i fall or was i pushed?&lt;br /&gt;did i fall or was i pushed?&lt;br /&gt;then where's the blood?&lt;br /&gt;where's the blood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im coming home i am coming home&lt;br /&gt;to make it alright so dry your eyes&lt;br /&gt;we think the same things at the same time&lt;br /&gt;we just cant do anything about it&lt;br /&gt;we think the same things at the same time&lt;br /&gt;we just cant do anything about it&lt;br /&gt;dont ask me ask the ministry&lt;br /&gt;dont ask me ask the ministry&lt;br /&gt;we think the same things at the same time&lt;br /&gt;there are so many of us so you cant count&lt;br /&gt;we think the same things at the same time&lt;br /&gt;there are so many of us so you cant count&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;up on harrowdown hill&lt;br /&gt;caught between the shadows&lt;br /&gt;thats where i am&lt;br /&gt;slumped against a tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can see me when im running?&lt;br /&gt;can see me when im running?&lt;br /&gt;away from THEM&lt;br /&gt;away from THEM&lt;br /&gt;i cant take the pressure&lt;br /&gt;none cares if you live or die&lt;br /&gt;THEY just want me gone&lt;br /&gt;THEY want me gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im coming home im coming home&lt;br /&gt;to make it alright so dry your eyes*&lt;br /&gt;we think the same things at the same time&lt;br /&gt;we just can’t do anything about&lt;br /&gt;we think the same things at the same time&lt;br /&gt;there are too many of us so you cant&lt;br /&gt;there are too many of us so you cant count&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was me led into the backroom&lt;br /&gt;Harrowdown hill&lt;br /&gt;it was me led into the backroom&lt;br /&gt;Harrowdown hill&lt;br /&gt;it was a slippery slippery slippery slope&lt;br /&gt;it was a slippery slippery slippery slope&lt;br /&gt;i feel me slipping in and out of consciousness&lt;br /&gt;i feel me slipping in and out of consciousness&lt;br /&gt;i feel me _____&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bentimagelab.com/sg/pages/Smallgantics.htm"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;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.&lt;/blockquote&gt;- Thom Yorke | Los Angeles Times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Is the song 'Harrowdown Hill' really about the suicide of weapons inspector and government scientist Dr David Kelly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'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.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'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.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did the Kelly affair crystallise everything that was wrong and venal about the whole Iraq adventure for Yorke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.'&lt;/blockquote&gt;--Observer | 18 June 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;/blockquote&gt;--The Globe and Mail | 14 June 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Harrowdown Hill" was kicking around during &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hail to the Thief&lt;/span&gt;, but there was no way that was going to work with the band.&lt;/blockquote&gt;--Thom Yorke | Rolling Stone | 1 June 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;... when he explains why he titled the album The Eraser, he’s more forthcoming.&lt;br /&gt;“I was reading this book about the death of Aldo Moro, the head of the Christian Democrat party in Italy who was murdered by the Red Brigade in the ‘70s—which was a big deal when I was a kid. Before he died he’d written all these letters and was disowned and ‘erased’ from Italian Politics. Even before he died everyone was saying, ‘Well, he’s obviously lost his mind; the person writing these letters to newspapers in desperation is obviously not the real thing.’ It got me thinking. For me, a lot of the record is about living in a world where things like Iraq happen. You pick up The New York Times and there’s one little column saying ‘a bunch of soldiers blow away 100 people they’re trying to save because they were on speed’ and over on another column there’s some other small piece on how they should be brought home. OK and next page—the ability to erase these people from one’s [consciousness], partly in order to exist day-to-day, exists. Also, all these nightmare scenarios that are going on in the background. In Britain, it’s almost too much the other way. People in the U.K. are constantly talking about climate change right now, but the big fear is that it’s become some bizarre fad, and I’m a bit freaked because it doesn’t really work like that. Talk about ‘erasing,’ what about New Orleans? I mean Stipe and some other artists have been talking about it, but, oh my God, how can you do that? How can you erase all these people like they don’t exist? Obviously there’s the personal thought of me trying to erase this or that from my mind to move on because there are all these things going on, and then I thought, ‘No, the record is much more a response to the political environment and general public psyche.’ It’s a response to the ability to [snaps his fingers] and these issues can just go away.&lt;br /&gt;“In Britain there was a massive thing called the Hutton Inquiry, where there was this scientist, David Kelly, who was the chief chemical-weapons person in Britain. He was a whistle-blower on the lack of WMDs in Iraq. He was rather inconvenient, much like [outed CIA operative] Valerie Plame, so he was outed by the U.K.’s Ministry of Defense by saying he was a leak, and that he was the one talking to the press when he shouldn’t., and he ended up ‘committing suicide.’ I feel really funny talking about it because he lived locally to us and I have friends who know his family, and to me, it’s this incredibly dark period in British life, where basically the entire country held the prime minister responsible for it because his press man said, ‘I want this guy rid of, I want him erased; I want him gone.’ So there was this Hutton Inquiry, which naturally said the Ministry of Defense was probably at fault with the way they handled his outing, so obviously the prime minister can’t be held responsible, which everyone thought was a croc of shit, but—poof—it went away; it was whitewashed. It was erased, and the culprits are all still there, and this poor man died for whatever reason. It seems lie this very, very small thing, but it’s an expression of something much wider and much more frightening.”&lt;/blockquote&gt;--Paste, August 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ef1a83b19ac78732" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Def1a83b19ac78732%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330418236%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D528533BE3037956CAE22861908D10E233E6810D1.15D8A24CE922D3D61C0D219E708DDA8E15E5F741%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Def1a83b19ac78732%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0Du_uTlDxhtR1J22YJSviUL0dSc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Def1a83b19ac78732%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330418236%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D528533BE3037956CAE22861908D10E233E6810D1.15D8A24CE922D3D61C0D219E708DDA8E15E5F741%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Def1a83b19ac78732%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0Du_uTlDxhtR1J22YJSviUL0dSc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31503605-115358492898066329?l=theeraserlyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeraserlyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/115358492898066329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31503605&amp;postID=115358492898066329&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31503605/posts/default/115358492898066329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31503605/posts/default/115358492898066329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeraserlyrics.blogspot.com/2006/07/06-atoms-for-peace.html' title='08. harrowdown hill'/><author><name>wierd fishee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01762003424374157129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e196/patrycja1/2005-03-28%20Ether%20Festival/IMG_6895.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31503605.post-115358488338374295</id><published>2006-07-22T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T20:14:34.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'>09. cymbal rush</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;try to save but it doesnt come off the rug&lt;br /&gt;try to build a wall that is high enough&lt;br /&gt;s'all boiling over&lt;br /&gt;s'all boiling over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try to save your house&lt;br /&gt;try to save your songs&lt;br /&gt;try to run but if follows you up the hill&lt;br /&gt;s'all boiling over&lt;br /&gt;s'all boiling over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your loved ones&lt;br /&gt;your loved ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a normal conversation&lt;br /&gt;a normal conversation&lt;br /&gt;you should a took me out while you had the chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the rooms renumbered and the loosers turned away&lt;br /&gt;dont turn away dont turn away&lt;br /&gt;you should a took me out while you had the chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were ten in the bed and the little one said roll over&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;you should a took him out while you had the chance.&lt;/blockquote&gt;--"scrapbook", radiohead.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Will you be playing any of these songs live?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;/blockquote&gt;--Mojo | July 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;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."&lt;/blockquote&gt;--Mojo | July 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thom: In the last song, "Cymbal Rush", the first bit you hear is something I had for three years, one little note. I could hear the melody in there straight away. But if you played it to anyone else without me singing it, you'd think, 'What's he on about? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Were these songs written in a concentrated period?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thom: Absolutely, except for "Cymbal Rush"--that riff had been around for ages.&lt;/blockquote&gt;--Rolling Stone | 1 June 2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31503605-115358488338374295?l=theeraserlyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeraserlyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/115358488338374295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31503605&amp;postID=115358488338374295&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31503605/posts/default/115358488338374295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31503605/posts/default/115358488338374295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeraserlyrics.blogspot.com/2006/07/05-skip-divided.html' title='09. cymbal rush'/><author><name>wierd fishee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01762003424374157129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e196/patrycja1/2005-03-28%20Ether%20Festival/IMG_6895.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31503605.post-115358483789581116</id><published>2006-07-22T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T20:23:32.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the drunkk machine</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;the drunkk machine&lt;br /&gt;spitting nonsense&lt;br /&gt;spitting feathers&lt;br /&gt;talking in toungues&lt;br /&gt;swiveilijng heads&lt;br /&gt;splitting hairs&lt;br /&gt;dont listen&lt;br /&gt;who is driving?&lt;br /&gt;aquaplaning&lt;br /&gt;hold on&lt;br /&gt;i got a bad feeling&lt;br /&gt;i got a bad feeling&lt;br /&gt;i got a bad feeling&lt;br /&gt;don't listen&lt;br /&gt;swivelling heads&lt;br /&gt;the drunkk machine&lt;br /&gt;spits&lt;br /&gt;who put it in charge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scrolling lyrics in radiohead.com:&lt;br /&gt;second: spitting nonnnsseeense spitting feathers talking in tongues..swivelling heads SPLITTIng HAIRs Don't listen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;third: I got a bad feeling.... ABout this. About this About this ....... Who put IT in charge ? the drunkk machine = .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31503605-115358483789581116?l=theeraserlyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeraserlyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/115358483789581116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31503605&amp;postID=115358483789581116&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31503605/posts/default/115358483789581116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31503605/posts/default/115358483789581116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theeraserlyrics.blogspot.com/2006/07/04-black-swan.html' title='the drunkk machine'/><author><name>wierd fishee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01762003424374157129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e196/patrycja1/2005-03-28%20Ether%20Festival/IMG_6895.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31503605.post-115358474976296893</id><published>2006-07-22T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T20:24:31.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'>jetstream</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;is this a free seat?&lt;br /&gt;which way you heading?&lt;br /&gt;you keep pushing and you keep pushing.&lt;br /&gt;between the whipcrack&lt;br /&gt;and the moonbeams&lt;br /&gt;i said coachman where we heading?&lt;br /&gt;the gleaming teeth&lt;br /&gt;of the inbetween&lt;br /&gt;i can hear some people laughing.&lt;br /&gt;is this is a stitch up?&lt;br /&gt;i am not willing&lt;br /&gt;so i am turning you off and then i'm counting.&lt;br /&gt;i regret.&lt;br /&gt;i turn the clock back.&lt;br /&gt;to where i wasn't taken in.&lt;br /&gt;i jump out&lt;br /&gt;of a window&lt;br /&gt;and get lost in a jetstream.&lt;br /&gt;this is a ghost coach&lt;br /&gt;that we are riding&lt;br /&gt;damp decay and splintering.&lt;br /&gt;between the whipcrack&lt;br /&gt;and the moonbeams&lt;br /&gt;i can hear some people laughing.&lt;br /&gt;We need a rubber man&lt;br /&gt;we need a stretchy man&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure i am welcome.&lt;br /&gt;you are a fool&lt;br /&gt;and this is over&lt;br /&gt;over the cliffs of Dover.&lt;br /&gt;i regret.&lt;br /&gt;i turn the clock back.&lt;br /&gt;to where i wasn't taken in.&lt;br /&gt;i jump out&lt;br /&gt;of a window&lt;br /&gt;and get lost in a jetstream.&lt;br /&gt;you're beautiful&lt;br /&gt;until i get close&lt;br /&gt;you have the eyes of a mountain goat.&lt;br /&gt;a coat of mildew&lt;br /&gt;a bad smell&lt;br /&gt;and the strap broke in my hand.&lt;br /&gt;now i wanna turn back.&lt;br /&gt;turn back.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna turn back.&lt;br /&gt;you need a rubber man&lt;br /&gt;you need a stretchy man&lt;br /&gt;you need a rubber man&lt;br /&gt;you need a stretchy man&lt;br /&gt;i wanna turn back&lt;br /&gt;jetstream&lt;br /&gt;i wanna turn back&lt;br /&gt;you need a rubber man&lt;br /&gt;you need a stretchy man&lt;br /&gt;you need a rubber man&lt;br /&gt;you need a stretchy man&lt;br /&gt;i wanna turn back&lt;br /&gt;i;m on my back&lt;br /&gt;turn back.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31503605-115358474976296893?l=theeraserlyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeraserlyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/115358474976296893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e196/patrycja1/2005-03-28%20Ether%20Festival/IMG_6895.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31503605.post-115358442931596288</id><published>2006-07-22T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T20:25:11.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a rat's nest</title><content type='html'>a rat’s nest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;clicks on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot help you.&lt;br /&gt;caught by own worm.&lt;br /&gt;caught in a rat's nest.&lt;br /&gt;eat own young.&lt;br /&gt;chew through wires&lt;br /&gt;sewn up in stitches, stitches.&lt;br /&gt;deny all knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;paragraph 5.&lt;br /&gt;subsection b.&lt;br /&gt;the comittee is content. content.&lt;br /&gt;to live in a rat's nest.&lt;br /&gt;rat's nest&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;a rats nest&lt;br /&gt;caught in own mess&lt;br /&gt;setting the traps&lt;br /&gt;nest full of rats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vermin&lt;br /&gt;eat anything&lt;br /&gt;flailing&lt;br /&gt;chew through wires&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sit at high table&lt;br /&gt;eat wild boar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secret handshake&lt;br /&gt;sleeves rolled&lt;br /&gt;six of the best&lt;br /&gt;crack whip&lt;br /&gt;trousers down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mad old men&lt;br /&gt;run this town&lt;/blockquote&gt;--scrapbook, radiohead.com.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31503605-115358442931596288?l=theeraserlyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theeraserlyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/115358442931596288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31503605&amp;postID=115358442931596288&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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