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Background information
Origin Abingdon, Oxfordshire, England
Genre(s) Experimental Rock
Electronic
Alternative Rock
Years active 1985—present
Label(s) Capitol Records
Parlophone Records
XL Recordings
Associated acts Atoms for Peace
Website Website
Members
Thom Yorke
Jonny Greenwood
Ed O'Brien
Colin Greenwood
Phil Selway



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Radiohead Album


COM LAG (2plus2isfive) (03/24/2004)
03/24/2004
1.
2+2=5 (Live at Earls Court, London)
2.
Remyxomatosis (Christian Vogel Remix)
3.
I Will (Los Angeles Version)
4.
5.
6.
I Am Citizen Insane (instrumental)
7.
Scatterbrain (Four Tet Remix)
8.
9.
Fog (Again) (Live; instrumental)
10.
Where Bluebirds Fly (instrumental)
. . .



Are you such a dreamer
To put the world to rights
I'll stay home forever
Where two and two always makes a five
I'll lay down the tracks
Sandbag and hide
January has April showers
And two and two always makes a five
It's the devil's way now
There is no way out
You can scream and you can shout
It is too late now
Because you're not there
Payin' attention
Payin' attention
Payin' attention
Payin' attention
yeah I feel it, I needed attention
Payin' attention
Payin' attention
Payin' attention
Yeah I need it, I needed attention
I needed attention
I needed attention
I needed attention
Yeah I love it, the attention
Payin' attention
Payin' attention
Payin' attention
Soon oh
I try to sing along
But the music's all wrong
Cos I'm not
Cos I'm not
I'll swallow up flies?
Back and hide
But I'm not
Oh hail to the thief
Oh hail to the thief
But I'm not
But I'm not
But I'm not
But I'm not
Don't question my authority or put me in the box
Cos I'm not
Cos I'm not
Oh go up to the king, and the sky is falling in
But it's not
But it's not
Maybe not
Maybe not

. . .


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
and 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 and waving
cheering and waving
twitching and 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 and a little naive
I twitch and i 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
it must have got mixed up
strangled, beaten up
i got myxomatosis
i got myxomatosis

"i don’t know why
i feel so tongue-tied"

. . .



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 your shell
With white elephants
Sitting ducks
I will
rise up
Little babies eyes eyes eyes eyes
Little babies eyes eyes eyes eyes
Little babies eyes eyes eyes eyes
Little babies eyes eyes eyes

. . .



Blow into this paper bag
Go home and stop grinning at everyone
Blow into this paper bag
Go home and stop grinning at everyone

It was nice when it lasted but now it's gone
It was nice when it lasted but now it's gone

Blow into this paper bag

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 paper bag
Go home and stop grinning at everyone
Blow into this paper bag
Go home and stop grinning at everyone

They were honeybees on a blade of grass
Take your armor off, you're not under attack

Blow into this paper bag


. . .



Mother mary come to me
Cause I am a wicked child
I have sinned and I am so confused and I am a wicked child
I am a wicked child

I am the devils son and I wish I could be good for you
I walk a crooked mile
but I wish I could be good
I wish I could be good

If I could have kept the straight and narrow
If I could have kept the straight and narrow
And not have broke your heart
Not have broke your heart

Now I wake up in the night
Lying on my bed
It's tugging at my arms and legs
Like I was a marionette

Send baby Jesus
Surely it is time
Send baby jesus
Let him radiate his light
Radiate his light

lyrics from 24-03-2000 webcast:
I am the devils son and I wish I could be good for you
and make you satisfied if I could keep on the straight and narrow and not have
broke your heartwicked child
and I am a wicked child
I am a wicked child
and I am a wicked child
I am a wicked child
and I am a wicked child
I am a wicked child
and I am a wicked child
I am a wicked child
because I am a wicked child
and I deserve to go to hell
and I am a wicked child
I am a wicked child
and I am a wicked child & I am a wicked child
and I am a wicked child

. . .

I Am Citizen Insane

[No lyrics]

. . .



I'm walking out in a force ten gale
Birds thrown around, bullets for hail
The roof is pulling off by its fingernails
Your voice is rattlin' on my window sill
Yesterday's headlines blown by the wind
Yesterday's people end up scatterbrain
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

. . .



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


. . .


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
Grow up fast
Anything you want
It can be done
How, how did you go bad?
Did you go bad?
Did you go bad?
Somethings will never wash away
Did you go bad?
Did you go bad?

. . .

Where Bluebirds Fly

[No lyrics]

. . .


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