Let Down

Transport, motorways and tramlines,
starting and then stopping,
taking off and landing,
the emptiest of feelings,
disappointed people, clinging on to bottles,
and when it comes it's so, so, disappointing.

Let down and hanging around,
crushed like a bug in the ground.
Let down and hanging around.

Shell smashed, juices flowing
wings twitch, legs are going,
don't get sentimental,
it always ends up drivel.
One day, I am gonna grow wings,
a chemical reaction,
hysterical and useless
hysterical and

let down and hanging around,
crushed like a bug in the ground.
Let down and hanging around.

Let down,
Let down,
Let down.

You know, you know where you are with,
you know where you are with,
floor collapsing, falling, bouncing back
and one day, I am gonna grow wings,
a chemical reaction, [You know where you are,]
hysterical and useless [you know where you are,]
hysterical and [you know where you are,]

let down and hanging around,
crushed like a bug in the ground.
Let down and hanging around.
Let Down / Radiohead

(Don't get any) Big Ideas

Don't get any big ideas
They're not gonna happen
You paint your house white and feel the noise
But there'll be something missing

And now that you found it, it's gone
Now that you feel it, you don't
You've gone off the rail

She stands stark naked and she beckons you to bed
Don't go you'll only want to come back again

So don't get any big ideas
They're not gonna happen
You'll go to hell for what your dirty mind is thinking

And now that you found it, it's gone
And now that you feel it, you don't
You've gone off the rail

(Don't get any) Big Ideas // Radiohead

True Love Waits ::: BKN

I'll drown my believes,
to have you be in peace.
I'll dress like your niece,
and wash your swallen feet.

I'm not leaving,
I'm just killing time.
Your tiny hands,
Your crazy kitten smile.

Just don't leave... don't leave.

And true love waits,
on haunted attics.
And true love lives,
on lollypops and crisps.

Just don't leave.
Don't leave.



Radiohead

Wish we weren't alone

"The breath of the morning, I keep forgetting the smell of warm summer air. I live in a town where you can't smell a thing... You watch your feet, the cracks in the paviment.

Up above aliens hover, making home movies for the folks back home. -A world for creatures who lock up their spirits, draw holes in them selves and live for their secrets-.

I wish that they'd sweep down in the country lane, late at night while I'm driving. Take me abord their beatiful ship, show me the world as I'd love to see it... I'd tell all my friends, but they'd never believe me, they'd think that I've finally lost it completely. I'd show them the stars and the meaning of live... They'd shut me away, but I'd be all right."

We're all up tight... up tight

Subterranean Home Sick Alien, Radiohead

Like Spinning Plates

While you make pretty speeches,
I'm being cut to shreads.
You feed me to the lions,
a delicate balance.

And this just feels like spinning plates
I'm living in cloud cuckou land
And this just feels like spinning plates
My body is floating down the muddy river.

Radiohead