Radiohead :: Idioteque [Live At Earls Court, 2003]

Radiohead | Ful Stop

you really messed up everything
you really messed up everything
if you could take it all back again
rows and rows of enemies
our love will set you free
i bet you really miss me, miss me

this is a foul tasting medicine
this is a foul tasting medicine
you really messed up this time
you still ain’t got the message yet
you’re still trapped in your full stop
ohhh, you messed up everything

the truth will mess you up
the truth will mess you up

all the good times
all the good times 

take me home again
take me home again 

Radiohead | Up On The Ladder [Live at 93 Feet East]

Radiohead | Lozenge of Love

I can’t sleep
Why can’t someone hold me?
I need warmth
My restless body cracks and moans 

Radiohead | Lift [Live at Pinkpop Festival 1996]

This is the place
Sit down, you’re safe now
You’ve been stuck in a lift
We’ve been trying to reach you, Thom

This is the place
It won’t hurt
ever again


A smell of air conditioning
The fish are belly-up
Empty out your pockets
Because it’s time to come home

This is the place
Remember me?
I’m that face you always see 

You’ve been stuck in a lift
In the belly of a whale
At the bottom of the ocean

A smell of air conditioning
The fish are belly-up
Empty all your pockets
Because it’s time to come home

The smell of air conditioning

Fish are belly-up
Ohh, let it go, let it go

Today is the first day of the rest of your days
So lighten up, squirt

Radiohead | Fast-Track

Radiohead | We Suck Young Blood (Your Time Is Up.)

Radiohead | Motion Picture Soundtrack [Hammerstein Ballroom, 8.26.1997]

beautiful angel
pulled apart at birth
limbless and helpless
i can’t even recognize you 

Radiohead | Treefingers

Radiohead | The Amazing Sounds of Orgy

Radiohead | Skirting On The Surface

when you realize you have only to die then you’re outta here
you’re just skirtin’ on the surface
you have only to click your fingers and you’ll disappear
you’re just skirtin’ on the surface

dull eyes try to pull you through the ice
being drawn to the ledge
when we realize that once we’re broke then nothin’ mends
we’re just skirtin’ on the surface

 when we realize we’re only held in suspension
till someone comes along and shakes us
as the pattern lines cross your fingers like a web
will you die upon the surface 

dull eyes try to pull you through the ice
being drawn to the ledge
when we realize that once we’re broke then nothin’ mends
we’re just skirtin’ on the surface 

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