Hail to the Thief.
The Gloaming.
(The 33.33333 Remix)
Sit down. Stand up.
Directed by Ed Holdsworth
Go to Sleep.
Directed by Alex Rutterford
There there.
Directed by Chris Hopewell
Directed and edited by Chris Bran.
Episode 1
Episode 2
Episode 3
Episode 4
Live.
Shepherds Bush Empire
London, England
25 May 2003
setlist
There There
2 + 2 = 5
The National Anthem
Idioteque
Go to Sleep
Sit Down. Stand Up.
Karma Police
Paranoid Android
Everything In Its Right Place
Beacon Theatre
New York City, NY, USA
5 June 2003
setlist
There There
2 + 2 = 5
The National Anthem
Morning Bell
Scatterbrain
Kid A
Go to Sleep
Climbing Up the Walls
Backdrifts
Sail to the Moon
Sit Down. Stand Up.
No Surprises
Talk Show Host
Where I End and You Begin
Paranoid Android
Idioteque
Everything In Its Right Place
I Might Be Wrong
The Gloaming
A Punchup at a Wedding
Fake Plastic Trees
Karma Police
Lucky
True Love Waits
Field Day Festival
London, England
7 June 2003
setlist
There There
2 + 2 = 5
The National Anthem
Lucky
Just
Kid A
Go to Sleep
Climbing Up the Walls
Backdrifts
Sail to the Moon
Sit Down. Stand Up.
Pyramid Song
No Surprises
I Might Be Wrong
Where I End and You Begin
Paranoid Android
Idioteque
Everything In Its Right Place
Exit Music (For a Film)
Myxomatosis
Talk Show Host
How to Disappear Completely
Hultsfred Festival
Hultsfred, Sweden
13 June 2003
setlist
Morning Bell
Scatterbrain
My Iron Lung
Kid A
Pyramid Song
Go to Sleep
The Gloaming
Sit Down. Stand Up.
No Surprises
Where I End and You Begin
Talk Show Host
Paranoid Android
Street Spirit (Fade Out)
Rock Werchter
Werchter, Belgium
26 June 2003
setlist
There There
2 + 2 = 5
Morning Bell
Lucky
Talk Show Host
Kid A
The National Anthem
The Gloaming
Where I End and You Begin
Sail to the Moon
Fake Plastic Trees
Just
Go to Sleep
I Might Be Wrong
Paranoid Android
Idioteque
Everything in Its Right Place
Exit Music (For a Film)
Glastonbury Festival
Worthy Farm, Pilton, England
28 June 2003
setlist
There There
2 + 2 = 5
Lucky
The National Anthem
Talk Show Host
Where I End and You Begin
Climbing Up the Walls
The Gloaming
No Surprises
Fake Plastic Trees
Sit Down. Stand Up.
Go to Sleep
Sail to the Moon
Paranoid Android
Idioteque
Everything in It’s Right Place
Just
Karma Police
Street Spirit (Fade Out)
Eurockéennes
Belfort, France
4 July 2003
setlist
There There
2 + 2 = 5
Morning Bell
Lucky
Talk Show Host
Scatterbrain
The National Anthem
The Gloaming
Fake Plastic Trees
Sail to the Moon
My Iron Lung
Where I End and You Begin
Just
Paranoid Android
Idioteque
Everything in Its Right Place
Exit Music (For a Film)
Kid A
SUMMER SONIC
Osaka, Japan
2 August 2003
setlist
There There
2 + 2 = 5
Sail to the Moon
Idioteque
SUMMER SONIC
Tokyo, Japan
3 August 2003
setlist
There There
2 + 2 = 5
Backdrifts
Sit Down. Stand up.
No Surprises
Bones
Kid A
Go to Sleep
Just
Pyramid Song
A Wolf at the Door
Karma Police
Creep
Tweeter Center
Camden, NJ, USA
18 August 2003
setlist
The Gloaming
There There
Sit Down. Stand up.
Where I End and You Begin
Exit Music (for a Film)
Backdrifts
Lucky
Paranoid Android
Sail to the Moon
Kid A
Go to Sleep
Like Spinning Plates
I Might Be Wrong
Talk Show Host
Idioteque
Fake Plastic Trees
The National Anthem
(Nice Dream)
My Iron Lung
No Surprises
Karma Police
2 + 2 = 5
Everything in Its Right Place
Makuhari Messe
Chiba, Japan
18 April 2004
setlist
There There
2 + 2 = 5
Myxomatosis
Kid A
Morning Bell
Where I End and You Begin
Bulletproof..I Wish I Was
Backdrifts
My Iron Lung
Sail to the Moon
Go to Sleep
The National Anthem
Scatterbrain
Sit Down. Stand Up
Paranoid Android
Exit Music (for a Film)
Idioteque
I Might Be Wrong
Pyramid Song
A Wolf at the Door
Street Spirit (Fade Out)
Planet Telex
Everything In Its Right Place
Television performances.
Later… With Jools Holland
27 May 2003
setlist
There There
Go to Sleep
2 + 2 = 5
Lucky
Where I End and You Begin
The Jonathan Ross Show
30 May 2003
setlist
There There
Fake Plastic Trees
MusiquePlus
2 June 2003
setlist
I Might Be Wrong
Sail to the Moon
Go to Sleep
A Punch Up at a Wedding
No Surprises
I Will
There There
Everything in Its Right Place
Karma Police
Like Spinning Plates
Le Reservoir
3 July 2003
setlist
I Might Be Wrong
There There
Go to Sleep
Knives Out
Sail to the Moon
I will.
No Surprises
A Punchup at a Wedding
Everything in Its Right Place
Street Spirit (Fade Out)
Fog (again)
Karma Police
Late Show with David Letterman
17 October 2003
2 + 2 = 5
The Jonathan Ross Show
7 November 2003
2 + 2 = 5
(The Lukewarm.)
Are you such a dreamer?
To put the world to rights?
I’ll stay home forever
Where two & two always
makes up five
I’ll lay down the tracks
Sandbag & hide
January has April’s showers
And two & two always
makes up five
IT’S THE DEVIL’S WAY NOW
THERE IS NO WAY OUT
YOU CAN SCREAM & YOU
CAN SHOUT
IT IS TOO LATE NOW
BECAUSE
YOU HAVE NOT BEEN
PAYING ATTENTION
I try to sing along
I get it all wrong
Eezeepeezeeeezeepceezee
NOT
I swat em like flies but
Like flies the buggers
Keep coming back
NOT
Maybe not
“All hail to the thief”
“But I’m not!”
“Don’t question my authority
or put me in the dock”
Cozimnot!
Go & tell the king that
The sky is falling in
When it’s not
Maybe not.
(ahh diddums.)
(Snakes & Ladders.)
Sit down.
Stand up.
Walk into
The jaws of hell.
Anytime. Anytime.
We can wipe you out
Anytime. Anytime.
THE RAINDROPS
(Brush the Cobwebs out of the Sky.)
I sucked
The moon
I spoke
Too soon
And how much did
It cost?
I was dropped from
Moonbeams
And sailed
On shooting stars
Maybe you’ll
be president
But know
right from wrong
Or in the flood you’ll
build an Ark
And sail us to the moon
(Honeymoon is Over.)
We’re rotten fruit
We’re damaged goods
What the hell
We got nothing more to lose
One gust & we
Will probably crumble
We’re backdrifters.
This far but no further
I’m hanging off a branch
I’m teetering on the brink
Oh Honeysweet
So full of sleep
I’m backsliding.
You fell into our arms
We tried
But there was nothing
We could do
All evidence has been buried
All tapes have been erased.
But your footprints
give you away so
You’re backtracking
(Little Man being Erased.)
Something for the rag & bone man
“Over my dead body”
Something big is gonna happen
“Over my dead body”
Someone’s son or someone’s
daughter
“Over my dead body”
This is how I end up getting
sucked in
“Over my dead body”
I’m gonna go to sleep let this wash all over me
We don’t wanna wake the monster
“Tiptoe round tie him down”
We don’t want the loonies
taking over
“Tiptoe round tie them down”
May pretty horses
Come to you
As you sleep
I’m gonna go to sleep
Let this wash
All over me
(The Sky is Falling in.)
There’s a gap in between
There’s a gap where we meet
Where I end & you begin
And I’m sorry for us
The dinosaurs roam the earth
The sky turns green
Where I end & you begin
I am up in the clouds
I am up in the clouds
And I can’t
& I can’t come down
I can watch but
Not take part
Where I end & where you start
Where you you left me alone
You left me alone.
X will mark the place
Like parting the waves
Like a house falling into the
sea
I will eat you alive
And there’ll be no more lies
(Your Time is up.)
Are you hungry?
Are you sick?
Are you begging for a break?
Are you sweet?
Are you fresh?
Are you strung up by the
wrists
(Fois-gras style)
We want the young blood.
Are you fracturing?
Are you torn at the seams?
Would you do anything?
Flea-bitten? Motheaten?
We suck young blood.
Won’t let the creeping ivy
Won’t let the nervous bury me
Our veins are thin
Our rivers poisoned
We want the sweet meats.
We want the young blood.
We suck young blood.
We want the young blood.
(Softly Open our Mouths in the Cold.)
Genie let out the bottle
It is now the wishing hours
Murderers you’re murderers
We are not the same as you
Funny haha funny how
When the walls bend
With your breathing
They will suck you down
To the otherside
To the shadows blue & red
Your alarm bells
Should be ringing
This is the gloaming.
(The Boney King of Nowhere.)
In pitch dark
I go walking in
Your landscape
Broken branches
Trip me as I speak
Just because you feel it
Doesn’t mean its there
Just because you feel it
Doesn’t mean it’s there
There’s always a siren
Singing you to shipwreck
Steer away from these rocks
We’d be a walking disaster
Just because you feel it
Doesn’t mean it’s there
Just because you feel it
Doesn’t mean it’s there
There there
Why so green & lonely?
Heaven sent you to me
We are accidents
Waiting
Waiting to happen
We are accidents
Waiting
Waiting to happen
(No man’s Land)
I will
Lay me down
In a bunker
Underground.
I won’t let this happen to my
children
Meet the real world coming out of
my shell
With white elephants
Sitting ducks.
I will
Rise up.
Little babies’ eyes.
(No no no no no no no no.)
I don’t know why you bother
Nothing’s ever good enough for you
I was there
And it wasn’t like that
You came here
Just to start a fight
You had to piss on our parade
You had to shred our big day
You had to ruin it for all concerned
In a drunken punchup at a wedding
Hypocrite opportunist
Don’t infect me with your poison
A bully in a china shop
When I turn round
You stay
Frozen to the spot
The pointless snide remarks
Of hammerheaded sharks
The pot will call the kettle black
It’s a drunken punchup at a wedding
(Judge, Jury & Executioner.)
The mongrel cat came home
Holding half a head
Proceeded to show it off
To all his new found friends
He said
“I been where I liked
I slept with who I liked
she ate me up for breakfast
she screwed me in a vice
And now
I don’t know why I feel so
tongue tied”
I sat in the cupboard
And wrote it down in neat
They were cheering & waving
cheering & waving
twitching & salivating
like with myxomatosis
But it got edited, fucked up
Strangled, beaten up
Used as a photo in Time magazine
Buried in a burning black hole in
Devon
“I don’t know why I feel so
tongue tied
Don’t know why I feel so
skinned alive”
My thoughts are misguided &
A little naive
I twitch & salivate
like with myxomatosis
You should put me in a home or
you should put me down
I got myxomatosis
I got myxomatosis
“Now no one likes a smart arse”
“But we all like stars”
That wasn’t my intention
I did it for a reason
He shook hands with the cripples &
He gave them all milk
He did a few card tricks
For his mafia geeks
But now
“I don’t know why I feel so
tongue tied”
(As Dead as Leaves.)
I’m walking out
In a forced ten gale
Birds thrown around
Bullets for hail
The roof is pulling off
By its fingernails
Your voice is rapping
On my window sill
Yesterday’s headlines
Blown by the wind
Yesterday’s people
End up
SCATTERBRAIN
Then any fool can
Easy pick a hole
(“I only wish I could fall in”)
A moving target
In a firing range
Somewhere I’m not
Scatterbrain
Somewhere I’m not
Scatterbrain
Lightning fuse
Powercut
SCATTERBRAIN
(It Girl. Rag Doll.)
Drag him out the window
Dragging out your dead
Singing I miss you
Snakes & ladders flip the lid out
pops the cracker smacks you in the
head knifes you in the neck kicks you
in the teeth steel toe caps takes all
your credit cards step up get the
gunge
Get the eggs get the flan in the face
the flan in the face the flan in the
face
Dance you fucker dance you fucker
don’t you dare
Don’t you dare don’t you
Flan in the face
Take it with the love its given take
it with a pinch of salt take it to the
taxman
Let me back let me back I promise
to be good don’t look in the mirror
at the face you don’t recognize
Help me, call the doctor, put me
inside put me inside out me inside
put me inside put me inside
I keep the wolf from the door but
he calls me up calls me on the phone
tells me all the ways that he’s gonna
mess me up
Steal all my children if I don’t pay
the ransom & I’ll never see them
again if I squeal to the cops…
Walking like a giant cranes & with
my X ray eyes I strip you naked in a
Tight little world & are you on
the list?
Stepford wives who are we to
complain?
Investments & dealers
Investments & dealers.
Cold wives & mistresses.
Cold wives & Sunday papers city
boys in First Class don’t know we’re
born just know
Someone else is gonna come &
clean it up
Born & raised for the job
Someones always does
I wish you’d get up go over
get up go over & turn this tape off
Written & played by Radiohead.
Thom Yorke; voice, words, guitar, piano, laptop.
Jonny Greenwood; guitar , analogue systems, ondes martenot, laptop, toy piano, glockenspiel.
Colin Greenwood; bass, string synth, sampler.
Ed O’Brien; guitar, effects, voice.
Philip Selway; drums, percussion.
Recorded, edited, operated on & mixed by Nigel Godrich & his magic boxes.
Painting of words onto BLACK canvas Stanley “who’s in charge here?” Donwood.
This record was made at Ocean Way, Hollywood, California, & at our own studio, between September 2002 and February 2003.
Engineered, backed up & catalogued by Darrell Thorp.
All our instruments are maintained & rebuilt by Plank.
Tape loops on The Gloaming & preliminary sessions engineered by Graeme Stewart.
Packaging designed by Stanley Donwood using a font called Mrs Eaves, which was made by Emigre type foundry in Sacramento (www.emigre.com).
Thank you Cycling’74.
Thank you Bob from Truro.
To Patrick & Tamir and to a future worth having.
To all those who get us out of bed in the morning;
Thom: Rachel, Noah, our families. Martin, Katy & Archie, Fiona, Andy, Elliot, Grace, Sarah, Jo, Lou, Katrina, Jay, Clary (and the rest), Cracky, Dan, Maddy, Indigo & Ketty. Oliver Postgate, Mr Tanaka, Michael Stipe, Polly Jean Harvey, Spike Milligan (may you rest in peace.)
Philip: With love and thanks to Cait, Leo, Jamie, Patrick, and all my family & friends; in particular, Mum, Dad, Karen & family, Nicola & family, Cathy, Brendan, Susan, Lucky & families. Thanks to Terry James, Francis Seriau & Neil Finn & Friends, Premier, Zildjian. In fond memory of Abby Rae.
Ed: Susan; Anna O’Brien, Rory and Clive Greenwood; Eve & Hugh John; John O’Brien; Raj Nayak, Anthony Chancellor-Weale; Rob Cheek, Nick Griffin; Johnny Marr, Neil Finn & the rest of the Kare Kare crew,
Colin: Molly, Brenda, Susan & Daniel, the McGrann clan, Patrick, Robin & Clare, Nick & Rachel, Andy Collis, Charlie Myatt, Phil Millo, Charlotte Cotton, Jason Evans, Dan Holdsworth, Alex & Jonathan, James & Molly, David Miller, Steve Keros, Phil & Cindy, Brian Smith, Simon & Schlom at Baked-Goods.com
Jonny: Sharona, Tamir, Ugly Dog, Brenda, Susan, Daniel, Yardena, Yair, Neta, Yotam, Tomer, Edo, Ian and Nigel, & Joe Egg. Also Jeanne Loriod (to her memory) – & all her pupils.
Stanley: M+I+K, Jon Spinks, Mr Dive, Mr Rigby, & Peter Kennard. And my mum. And my dad. And Andy Hannen who mended by computer.
All of us: Chris, Bryce, Brian, Plank, Tim, Julie, Dilly, Charlie, Fi, Nigel E, Brian O, Jim, Andi, Tree, Richard, Gavin, Colin, Graham L, Duncan, Adam, Alan, Florent, Steve, Sarah, Ian, Ed Moore, Mick, Andy B. Hilda, Chris Bran, Tim Bran, Kate, Pippa. Tony, Keith, Terry, Mandy, Kev, Steve, Helena, Murray & all at Parlophone. Andy Slater, Rob Gordon, Steve Martin, Carole Kinsel. Mel, Christiaan, Joff & all at w.a.s.t.e. Azmat, Alex, Michelle & Suzi
We reserve the Right to Thank anyone else whom we may have inadvertently forgotten.
Peep. “Yes?” “Mmmmorrre coookiesss…….”
Released 2 June 2003 (JP)
9 June 2003 (UK)
10 June 2003 (US)
Gagging Order
I know what you’re thinking
But I’m not your property
No matter what you say
No matter what you say
Move along
There’s nothing left to see
Just a body
Nothing left to see
A couple more for breakfast
A little more for tea
Just to take the edge off
Just to take the edge off
Move along
There’s nothing left to see
Just a body
Pouring down the street
Move along
There’s nothing left to see
Just a body
Nothing left to see
Move along
Paperbag Writer
Blow into this paperbag
Go home, stop grinning at everyone
It was nice while it lasted but now it’s gone
It was nice while it lasted but now it’s gone
Blow into this paperbag
Take your armor off, you’re not under attack
Take your armor off, you’re not under attack
Come on, come on
Blow into this paperbag
Go home, stop grinning at everyone
Blow into this paperbag
Go home, stop grinning at everyone
Like they were honey to bees or a plague of rats
Take your armor off, you’re not under attack
Blow into this paperbag
Blow into this paperbag
I am a Wicked Child
Mother Mary come to me
For, I am a wicked child
I’ve sinned and I am so confused
& I am a wicked child
I am a wicked child
I am the Devil’s son, and I wish I could be good
I walk a crooked mile
& I wish I could be good
I wish I could be good
If I coulda kept on the straight and narrow
If I coulda kept on the straight and narrow
& not have broke your heart
Not have broke your heart
Now I wake up in the night
It’s tugging at my arms and legs
Like I was a marionette
Send baby Jesus
To radiate his light
To radiate his light
Fog (Again) (Live)
There’s a little child running round this house
And he never leaves
He will never leave
And the fog comes up from the sewers
And glows in the dark
Baby alligators in the sewers
Grow up fast
Anything you want, it can be done
How?
How did you go bad?
Did you go bad?
I will (Los Angeles Version)
I will
Lay me down
In a bunker
Underground.
I won’t let this happen to my
children
Meet the real world coming out of
my shell
With white elephants
Sitting ducks.
I will
Rise up.
Little babies’ eyes.