Unreleased songs...
Big Boots (lyrics
from back of MPIE video)
drift all you want
from ocean to ocean
search the whole world
but drunken confessions
and hijacked affairs
will make you more alone
if you come home
i'll bake you a cake
made of all their eyes
i wish you could see me
dressed for the kill
what a nasty surprise...
so unplug the phone
stop all the taps
it all comes flooding back
from poison cloud
to poisoned dwarf
what a nasty surprise...
and the worms will come for you..
big boots...
El President (Drugstore with Thom Yorke, from the album 'White Magic Lovers')
(note: blue bold text indicates thom's vocal)
Came from the skies
Burst through the gates
With no mercy or disguise
With their hearts set out in flames
I know I've seen the masterplan
Well I'm just a man
I am just a man
I'm not giving in
All the people understand
'Cos they all fell down and prayed
I know I've seen the master plan...
They've killed the president...
They've killed the president...
It came from the skies
It came from the skies
In all shades of green
We can always justify
You can measure up your dreams
I know I've seen the masterplan
They've killed the President
They've killed the President
They've killed the President
They've killed the President
They've killed the President
They've killed the President
I'm just a man...
I Promise
I won't run away from home, I promise.
Even when I get bored, I promise.
Even when you lock me out, I promise.
I say my prayers every night, I promise.
I don't wish that I'm strict, I promise.
The tantrums and a shitty job, I promise.
Even when the ship is wrecked, I promise.
Tie me to the rotten deck, l promise.
I won't run away no more, I promise.
Even when I get bored, I promise.
Even when you lock me out, I promise.
I say my prayers every night, I promise.
I won't run away no more...
I promise...
How To Completely Disappear and Never Be
Found
That man
that's not me
I've gone where I please
I walk through walls
I float down the ravine
I'm not here
This is not happening
I'm not here
I'm not here
I know what I've seen
You throw me out
And sent me back again
In a little while
I'll be gone
The moment's already passed
Yeah it's gone
Yeah it's gone
Yeah it's gone
Fireworks and blown speakers
strobe lights and hurricanes
I'm not here
This is not happening
I'm not here
I'm not here...
Lift
This is the place.
Sit down, your 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 scent of recognition.
A face you barely loved.
Empty all your pockets.
Cos it's time to go home.
This is the place.
Remember me and the things you always see.
You've been stuck in a lift.
In the belly of a whale at the bottom of the ocean.
A scent of recognition.
A face you barely loved.
Empty all your pockets.
Cos it's time to come home.
A scent of recognition
A face you barely loved!!
Let it go... let it go...
Today is the first day
of the rest of your days.
So lighten up, squirt.
motion picture soundtrack
White wine and sleeping pills
Help me get back to your arms
Cheap sex and sad films
Help me get back where i belong
I think you're crazy, maybe...
Stop sending letters
Letters always get burned
It's not like the movies
They fed us on little white lies
I think you're crazy, maybe
I will see you in the next life...
Beautiful angel
Pulled apart at birth
Limbless and helpless
I can't even recognize you
I think you're crazy, maybe
I will see you in the next life...
Nice Dream (demo version) (from volume 13)
They love me like I was a brother
they protect me
listen to me
they dug me my very own garden
gave me sunshine
made me happy
nice dream.
You cannot melt or unwrap me
i'm the sweet man
made of chocolate
your licorice eyes will enrapt me
will be creamy
soft and milky
nice dream.
if you think that you're strong enough
if you think that you're good enough
nice dream.
Nobody Does It Better (Carly
Simon cover (theme to 'The Spy Who Loved Me))
Nobody does it better
Makes me feel sad for the rest.
Nobody does it half as good as you,
Baby, you're the best.
I wasn't lookin' but somehow you found me.
I tried to hide from your love light.
But like heaven above me the spy who loved me
Is keepin' all my secrets safe tonight.
And nobody does it better
Though sometimes I wish someone could.
Nobody does it quite the way you do.
Why'd you have to be so good?
The way that you hold me, whenever you hold me.
There's some kind of magic inside you.
That keeps me from running, but just keep it coming
How'd you learn to do the things you do?
And nobody does it better
Makes me feel sad for the rest.
Nobody does it half as good as you.
Baby, baby, baby you're the best...
(Dont get any) Big ideas (theyre not gonna happen)
Don't get any big ideas
they're not gonna happen
You ?page us while?, and feel the holes
there'll be something missing
just when you found it, it's gone
just when you feel it, you don't
you're gutted for it...
She kisses you with tongues
(alt. lyrics) She stands stark naked
And pulls you to the ground
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've found it, it's gone
Now that you've feel it, you don't
You're gutted for it...
Rabbit In Your Headlights (Thom
Yorke/DJ Shadow collaboration from the UNKLE album, Psyence Fiction)
I'm a rabbit in your headlights
scared of the spotlight
you don't come to visit
I'm stuck in this bed
thin rubber gloves
she laughs when she's crying
she cries when she's laughing
fat bloody fingers
are sucking your soul away
I'm a rabbit in your headlights
christian suburbanite
washed down the toilet
money to burn
fat bloody fingers
are sucking your soul away
if you're frightened of dying and then you hold on
you'll see devils tearing your life away
but, if you've made your peace
then the devils are really angels
freeing you from the earth
rotworms on the underground
caught between stations
butter fingers are losing their patience
I'm a rabbit in your headlights
christian suburbanite
you got money to burn
fat bloody fingers
are sucking your soul away...
Rhinestone Cowboy (Glenn Campbell cover)
I've been walking these streets so long
Singin' the same old song
I know every crack in these dirty sidewalks of Broadway
Where hustle's the name of the game
And nice guys get washed away like the snow and the rain
There's been a load of compromising
On the road to my horizon
But I'm gonna be where the lights are shinin' on me
Like a rhinestone cowboy
Riding out on a horse in a star-spangled rodeo
Like a rhinestone cowboy
Getting cards and letters from people I don't even know
And offers coming over the phone
Well, I really don't mind the rain
And a smile can hide all the pain
But you're down when you're riding the train that's takin' the long way
And I dream of the things I'll do
With a subway token and a dollar tucked inside my shoe
There'll be a load of compromising
On the road to my horizon
But I'm gonna be where the lights are shining on me
Like a rhinestone cowboy
Riding out on a horse in a star-spangled rodeo
Rhinestone cowboy
Gettin' cards and letters from people I don't even know
And offers comin' over the phone
Like a rhinestone cowboy
Riding out on a horse in a star-spangled rodeo
Like a rhinestone cowboy
Getting cards and letters from people I don't even know
Like a rhinestone cowboy...
true love waits
I'll drown my beliefs
To have you be in peace
I'll dress like Ulysse
To wash your swollen feet
Just don't leave... don't leave
And true love waits
It haunted all our days
And true love brings
our lollypops and crisps
Just don't leave... don't leave
I'm not living
I'm just killing time
Your tiny hands
Your crazy kiss and smile
Just don't leave... don't leave
Union City Blue (Blondie
cover)
Oh ho what are we gonna do?
Union Union Union City blue
Tunnel to the other side
It becomes daylight
I say he's mine
Oh power, passion plays a double hand
Union union union city man
Arrive climb up four flights to the orange side
Rearrange my mind
In turquoise Union Union Union City blue
Skyline passion Union City blue
Power, passion plays a double hand
Union union union city man
I say he's mine
I have a plan
I say he's my Union City man
Oh oh what are we gonna do?
Union Union Union City blue.
Wish You Were Here (by
Pink Floyd; Sparklehorse w/ Thom Yorke cover)
So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell, blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze? Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war fora lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl,year after year,
Running over the same old ground. What have you found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here.
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