the bends.

where do we go from here?  the words are coming out all wierd  where are you now when I need you?  alone on an aeroplane  falling asleep beside the window pane  my blood will THICKEN.

I need to wash myself again to hide all the dirt and pain  i’d be scared that there’s nothing underneath  and who are my real friends? have they all got the bends? am i really sinking this low?

+my baby’s got the bends  we don’t have any real friends
i’m just lying in a bar with my drip feed on talking to my girlfriend waiting for something to happen  and i wish it was the sixties  i wish i could be happy i wish i wish i wish that something would happen..

where do we go from here? the words are coming out all wierd  where are you now when i need you? they brought in the CIA the tanks and the whole marines to blow me away to blow me sky high.

+my baby’s got the bends  we don’t have any real friends
i’m just lying in a bar with my drip feed on talking to my girlfriend waiting for something to happen  and i wish it was the sixties  i wish i could be happy i wish i wish i wish that something would happen. 

 i want to live and breathe  i want to be part of the human race.

high & dry.

two jumps in a week i bet you think that’s pretty clever don’t you boy.
flying on your
motorcycle.
watching all the ground beneath you
drop.
you’d kill yourself for recognition.
kill yourself to
never
ever
stop.
you broke another mirror.you’re turning into something you are not.

drying up in conversation
you will be the one who cannot talk.
all your insides fall to pieces.
you just sit there
wishing
you
could
still
make
love.
they’re the ones who’ll hate you when you think you’ve got the world

all sussed out.

they’re the ones who’ll spit at you.
you will be the one
screaming
out.

it’s the best thing that you ever had.

fake plastic trees.

HEr green plastiC wateringcan for her fake chineserubberplant in the fake plastic earth,
that she bought from a rubber man

in a town full of rubber PlanS to get rid of itself,- it wears her out.

He used to do surgery for girls in the eighties but GRAVITY always wins and it wears him out.

She Looks like the

real thing. She tastes like the real thing, my fake plastic love.

But I Can’t Help The Feeling.
I Could Blow Through The Ceiling.
If I Just Turn And RUN. and it wears me out.

If i could be who you wanted all the time..

bones.

(nice dream).

my iron lung.

limb by limb and tooth by tooth
tearing up inside of me
everyday everyhour wish that i

was bullet proof.

bullet proof..i wish i was.

wax me
mould me heat the pins
and stab them in  you have turned me into this just wish that it

was bullet proof.

so pay me money and take a shot
lead-fil
the hole in me
i could burst a million bubbles
all
surrogate
&
bullet proof.

black star.

i get home from work and you’re still standing in your dressing gown
well what am i to do?
i know all the things around your head and what they do to you.
what are we coming to?
what are we gonna do?
blame it on the black star
blame it on the falling sky

blame it on the satellite that beams me home.

the troubled words of a troubled mind i try to understand
what is eating you.
i try to stay awake but its 58hrs since that i last slept with you.
what are we coming to?
i just don’t know anymore.

i get on the train and i just stand about now that i don’t think of you.
i keep falling over i keeping passing out
when i see a face like you.
what am i coming to?
i’m gonna melt down.

sulk.

you bite
through
the big wall
the big wall
bites back
you sit there
and
sulk
sit there and bawl
you are so
pretty
when youre
on your
knees
disinfected
eager to please

sometimes
you sulk
sometimes
you burn
god rest
your soul
when the loving comes
and we’ve
already gone
just like
your dad
you’ll never
change

each time it
comes
it eats me
alive
i try to
behave
but it eats me
alive
so i declare
a holiday
fall asleep
drift away.

street spirit (fade out.)

cracked eggs dead birds
scream as they fight for life
i can feel death can see it’s beady eyes
all these things into frution
all  these things we’ll one day swallow whole
and fade out again and fade out again.

.iMMersE your soUL in LOVE.

the trickster.

rust in the mountains
rust in the brain
the air is sacred here
in spite of your claim
up on the roof tops
out of reach
trickster is meaningless
trickster is weak.
he’s talking out the world.
hey! This is only halfway.
i wanted you so bad
and i couldn’t say
all things fall apart
we wanted out so bad
and we couldn’t say
these things fall apart
…
we’re talking out the world
heyl This is only halfway.
truant kids — a can of brick dust worms
who do not want to climb down from
their chestnut tree
long white gloves
police tread carefully
(escaped from the zoo)
the perfect child facsimile is
talking out the world
talking out the world

hey! This is only halfway.

lewis (mistreated)

bummed out again by your only business friend the smell of failure is thicker than you think don’t do it
don’t……jump.

changed shape to fit in the end you just feel sick a million lovesongs under anaesthetic
hey don’t do it, don’t……jump.

lewis save yourself the pain you will never get there. lewis save yourself the pain it never really mattered

we never noticed we never understood he just got crushed to fit he never even smelt out the best it’s the best it’s the best day of your life.

lewis save yourself the pain you will never get there. lewis save yourself the pain it never really mattered

ohhh mistreated a low
corporate
hummmmmmistreated a low
corporate hum.

punchdrunk lovesick singalong.

i wrapped you inside my coat when they came to firebomb the house. i didn’t feel pain kos no-one can
touch me whenever i’m held in your spell;

a beautiful girl a beautiful girl can turn your world
into
DUST

sell me a car that goes sell me a house that stands up
i never cared before i never cared before i never
cared before, before, before.

a beautiful girl a beautiful girl can turn your world
into
DUST

i stood in front of your face when the first bullet was
shot.

permanent daylight.

the easiest way to sleep at night is to carryon believing that i don’t exist the easiest way to sell your soul is to carryon believing that we don’t exist.
-it must be hard with your head on backward.

lozenge of love.

i am gone
everybody’s raging
and these fruits
they still taste of poison.

i won’t be around
when you really need me.

i can’t sleep
why can’t someone hold me?
i need warm
my restless body cracks and moans.

I won’t have the strength
when you really need me

you never wash up after yourself.

killer cars.

too hard on the brakes again
what if these brakes just give in?
what if they don’t get out of the way?
what if there’s someone overtaking?

i’m going out for a little drive
and it could be the last time you see me alive
could be an idiot on the road
the only kick in life is pumping his steel

wrap me up in the back of a trunk
packed with foam and blind drunk
they won’t ever take me alive
cos they all drive…

don’t die on the motorway
the moon would freeze the plants would die
couldn’t cope if you crashed today
all the things i forgot to say

i’m going out for a little drive
and it could be the last time you see me alive
what if the car loses control?
what if there’s someone overtaking?

wrap me up in the back of a trunk
packed with foam and blind drunk
they won’t ever take me alive
cos they all drive

killer cars

banana co.

oh banana co.
we really love you and we need you
and oh, banana co.
we’d really love to believe you but….
everything’s burning down
we’ve got to put it out somehow

oh, she said no go
she said she’d like to
she’s seen you but no, no go
she says if you die then we all do
and everything’s underground
we gotta dig it up somehow

how can you be sure?

seen all good things and bad running down the hill
all so battered and brought to the ground
i am hungry again
i am drunk again
with all the money i owe to my friends
when i’m like this how can you be smiling, saying
how can you be sure?

if you walk out the door will i see you again?
if so, much me lies in your eyes
i am hungry again
i am drunk again
with all the money i owe to my friends
when i’m like this how can you be smiling, saying
how can you be sure?

i don’t want you anymore

maquiladora.

here it comes
i can feel the hills exploding
exploding gracefully, burning up the freeway
here it comes

grass is green at the edge of the bubble
beautiful kids into beautiful trouble
we’ll seem to fall out of the sky
and come down on you
oh baby burn

fast toyota burns rubber
useless rockers from england
good times had by all
just swallow your guilt and your conscience

blue and white birds stepping hard on the pedal
interstate 5 runs straight down the middle
and it seems to fall out of the sky
and come down on you
oh baby burn

india rubber.

did it all for you to say you never wanted me that way
now the dogs have had their meat
i think i’ll go plug in the mains
i tumble like a clown
before your baying hounds
i supplicate myself into your hands
when you spare a make-up smile i’m instantly your biggest fan
how was i to know you practiced it before hand?
i tumble like a clown before your baying houndsI supplicate myself into your hands

talk show host.

i want to
i want to be someone else or i’ll explode
floating upon this surface for the birds
the birds
the birds

you want me? fucking well come and find me
i’ll be waiting with a gun and a pack of sandwiches
and nothing
nothing
nothing
nothing

you want me? well come on and break the door down
you want me?
fucking come on and break the door down
i’m ready

i’m ready

i’m ready

i’m ready

i’m ready

bishop’s robes.

dressed in bishop’s robes terrifies me still
in bishop’s robes
bastard headmaster
i am not going back

children taught to kill, to tear themselves to bits
on playing fields
dressed in bishop’s robes
i am not going back

molasses.

shake hands
genocide
molasses
jet-powered caravans
molasses
i’m too good
you’re stuck on
rent free earthquake zone
molasses
i need someones else’s glasses
starving waitresses in plasters
fat houseflies
genocide
we’ve been stitched up
molasses

written by radiohead.
produced by john leckie.
mixing by sean slade & paul q. kolderie, john leckie & radiohead.
black star produced by radiohead with nigel godrich & john leckie.
high & dry produced by radiohead with jim warren.
engineered by john leckie, nigel godrich, chris brown, jim warren.
with assistance from guy massey & shelley saunders.
recorded at rak, the manor & abbey road.
mixed at fort apache & abbey road.
mastered & digitally edited by chris blair at abbey road.
published by warner chappell Itd. words appear by kind permission.
fine art by stanley donwood & the white chocolate farm.
pasting by green ink.
managed by courtyard management, chris hufford & bryce edge.
atr by keith wozencroft.
international ambassador carol baxter.
thanks to tony wadsworth and all at parlophone.
also thanks to gary gersh and all at capitol
press relations by caffy st.luce at hall or nothing.
booking agent charlie myatt, assisted by sue penwarden at itb.
marketing by parlophone.
tour management by tim greaves.
live sound engineering by jim warren.
guitar & amp building and rebuilding by plank.
backline by plank & duncan swift.
lighting by andi watson.
amplifiers by mesa boogie & fender.
guitars by fender gibson musicman & plank.
drums by drum workshop, cymbals by zildjian.
radiohead office run by julie calland.

additional musicians
caroline lavelle  cello.
john matthias  viola & violin.
caroline appears courtesy of N-Gram Recordings/Warner Music UK Ltd
john appears courtesy of jackdaw music
string arrangements by jon & thom.

dedicated to the late bill hicks.
also to indigo.

released 8 march 1995 (JP)
13 march 1995 (UK)
4 april 1995 (US)

written by radiohead
my iron lung, the trickster, lewis (mistreated), punchdrunk lovesick singalong & lozenge of love produced & engineered by john leckie, chris brown & nigel godrich.
permanent daylight produced by nigel godrich & radiohead. mixed by jim warren.
you never wash up after yourself recorded live in a fruit farm by jim warren.
fine art by stanley donwood & the white chocolate farm. photo by danny clinch. lay up by green ink.

released 26 september 1994

written by radiohead.
high & dry produced by radiohead and jim warren, engineered by jim warren, mixed by paul q. kolderie & sean slade.
planet telex produced by john leckie, engineered by nigel godrich, mixed by paul q. kolderie
maquiladora produced & mixed by john leckie, engineered by nigel godrich & chris brown.
planet telex (hexadecimal mix) remixed by steve osborne for 140db.
killer cars produced by john leckie. engineered by nigel godrich. mixed by sean spade and paul q. kolderie
planet telex (lfo dj mix) remixed by l.f.o. (l.f.o. appears courtesy of warm records)
fine art by stanley donwood & the white chocolate farm. additional narcosis by consume. pasting by green ink.

released 27 february 1995

written by radiohead
just produced by john leckie. engineered by nigel godrich & chris brown. mixed by paul q kolderie & sean slade.
planet telex (karma sunra mix) remixed by u.n.k.l.e.
killer cars (mogadon version) produced & mixed by john leckie. engineered by nigel godrich.
fine art by stanley donwood and the white chocolate farm.
design by dan rickwood with pete isaac. pasting by green ink.

released 21 august 1995

written by radiohead
fake plastic trees produced by john leckie. mixed by paul q kolderie & sean slade. engineered by nigel godrich & chris brown.
india rubber produced by radiohead. engineered by barry hammond.
how can you be sure? produced by john leckie. mixed by paul q kolderie & sean slade. engineered by nigel godrich & chris brown. additional vocals by dianne swann.
fine art by stanley donwood & the white chocolate farm. pasting by green ink. 

released 15 may 1995

written by radiohead.
street spirit (fade out) produced & mixed by john leckie. engineered by john leckie, nigel godrich & chris brown.
talk show host produced & mixed by radiohead with nigel godrich.
bishop’s robes produced by radiohead with nigel godrich.
fine art by stanley donwood and the white chocolate farm.
design by binge. pasting by green ink.

released 22 january 1996