Look out of the window
What is passing you by
If you really want this bad enough
You're young and good looking
The keys to the kingdom
Sooner or later
And before your very eyes
Old soul on young shoulders
How you'll look when you're older
Time's a fickle card game with you and I
You have to take your chances
The book of forgiveness
Sooner or later
And before your very eyes
It slipped my mind,
And for a time,
I felt completely free.
Oh what a troubled,
Silent, poor boy,
A pawn into a queen.
I laugh now,
But later's not so easy.
I've gotta stop,
The will is strong,
But the flesh is weak.
Guess that's it,
I've made my bed,
And I'm lying in it.
I'm still hanging on,
Bird upon the wires,
I fall between the waves.
Ooooohhhhhhh
I avoid your gaze,
I turn out of phase,
A pawn into a queen.
Ooooohhhhhhh
I laugh now,
But later's not so easy.
I've gotta stop,
The will is strong,
But the flesh is weak.
Guess that's it,
I've made my bed,
And I'm lying in it.
But it's eating me up
But it's eating me up
And it's eating me up (if I get free from the snares that I'm in)
And it's eating me up (if I get free from the snares that I'm in)
And it's eating me up (if I get free from the snares that I'm in)
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When singer Thom Yorke stepped away from his influential rock band Radiohead in 2006 to release The Eraser, many thought the quirky electronic project was a one-off. Not so, it turns out. Yorke and producer Nigel Godrich called on rock-star friends for a tour, and since then, the group has convened occasionally in the studio. Now known as Atoms For Peace, the band has a new album, entitled Amok. It presents Yorke in a dizzying new context.
Inside the famously fevered head of Yorke, the ghosts and phantoms are still working overtime. Another album, another panicked Thom Yorke account of the fast disintegrating social fabric. You don't need to know the title of "Judge Jury and Executioner" to sense the Kafka-like horror Yorke feels as he watches people — Internet zombies really — turn snap judgments into unshakable beliefs.
Yorke sounds as rattled and woeful as he does when fronting Radiohead, with some bonus raving-lunatic muttering thrown in for dramatic effect. The setting, though, is much different — Radiohead's majestic grandeur is replaced by slicing, almost spastic rhythms. It's glitchy, unsettled stuff: electronic dance music as hacked by free-jazz revolutionaries.
Some will dismiss Atoms For Peace as nothing more than Radiohead with machines. That's inevitable because Yorke has such a distinct identity as a singer. Much more significant are the ways the new band reworks some of Radiohead's core musical ideas: those marathon expanses of tension, the unorthodox ear-stretching chords that are never fully consonant or dissonant. Dropping these devices into sleek, elaborately tech-y rhythm schemes, Atoms For Peace gives the phantoms inside Yorke's head a whole new shadow-world to explore.
DROPPED
It slipped out of my hands
Went deep down
Wandering
Stumbling
I don't wanna start
Don't want to start
When I got your heart
I got your heart
It slipped down
Out of my hands
And flipped out
Went wandering
Stumbling
And I fell apart
I fell apart
Our stuck together pieces
The joke is I don't need this
You can hardly tell the difference
Well I know but I don't care
Grown up together pieces
Our stuck together pieces
A loada near misses
Aw shucks, you got me
You can have anything that you want
Except the thing you really want
Go back to where you came from
Go back to what you know
Our stuck together pieces...
Why be rain when you could be sun?
Why tie yourself to anyone?
Why be here when you'd be somewhere else?
Well I know but I don't care
You don't get away
You don't get away so easily...
Mirror, mirror still the prettiest
To all points of the compass
Just tell us where the money is
On stuck together pieces
And a load of near misses
And a load of near misses
Well I don't want any trouble
but my brain is in a tangle
You don't get away
You don't get away so easily...
STUCK TOGETHER PIECES
UNLESS
Care a less
I couldn't care a less
Such a mess
I know it's useless
I couldn't care a less
Care a less
I couldn't care a less
While my heart keeps returning
I am lost, I am weightless
With my arms by my side
I am hope, I can break this
I am rust, I am waiting
I am here, I am weightless
I am rust, rust
Care a less
I couldn't care a less
Care a less
I know it's useless
I couldn't care a less
Care a less
I know it's useless
Care a less
Couldn't care a less
I know it's you, I guess
Couldn't care a less
"It was a nice dynamic between us, a good buzz. But there's this funny thing where the music I do on my laptop is so angular. When you get people to play like that, it's so peculiar. Most of it, technically speaking, they can play. But there were times when we used the electronic sounds, because it was more brittle, more exciting."
- THOM YORKE
I'm reverse running
Doesnt mean anything
Running yeah?
Now
Why did you even ask
I forgot who I am
The snakes are calling
Lets go/mistakes to the dam haha
All things you shouldnt ask
But you see through me
it doesnt mean anything
I'm reading this play thing
I'm reverse running
running couldnt get you anyway
pulling in your everyways
messing up
messing up the balance
breaking at your victory
all the tires in the factory
why y'all lay down
Im skipping that through the tapes
skipping through the ad breaks
I'm god in heaven
if it makes you feel energized
all hands are sanitzed
and we'll search on
running couldnt get you anyway
burning up the anyways
Jump back round
Im reversing
Im reverse running
Falling in the horses feet
All the feelings that you shouldnt see
Animal are burned
We're in a slowmotion
This shit is gonna mess me up
JUDGE, JURY, and EXECUTIONER
Don't worry, baby
It goes right through me
I'm like the wind and my anger will disperse
Thin persecutors
Your twisted whispers
A horned reptile that is crawled upon the earth
I went for my usual walk
Just tell it like it is
Tell it like it was
Judge and jury, executioner
Judge and jury, executioner
Judge and jury
When darkness follows
And no tomorrows
It's all been decided
All spies deceptive
All bouncing voices down the echo chamber
Don't worry, baby
It goes right through me
I went for my usual walk
I went around the block
I just can't talk or reason with my executioner
Judge and jury, executioner
Judge and jury
Been wasting trails
You talk in layers
I went for my usual walk
Don't worry, laugh about
Just can't talk or reason with my executioner
Judge and jury, executioner
Judge and jury
Don't worry, baby
It goes right through me
I'm like the wind and my anger will disperse
A penny for your thoughts my love
A swinging door
A penny for your thoughts
They try to jump me
A penny for you thoughts my love
They're spaghetti
They possess me
I'm trying to be a thought killer
They come back to bite me
A penny for you thoughts my love
They court disaster
I'm trying to be a thought killer
A penny for you thoughts my love
You’ll forget me
I'm trying to be a thought killer
A penny for you thoughts
They distract me
A penny for you thoughts my love
I'm sending out choirs of angels
Trying round pieces of string
To run amok run amok ran amok
To run amok
You got me you got me
Back to bite me
A penny for your thoughts