>ARTIST: Radiohead
>ALBUM: The Bends

SONG: Planet Telex

you can force it, but it will not come
you can taste it, but it will not form
you can crush it, but it's always here
you can crush it, but it's always near
chasing you home
saying everything is broken
everyone is broken

you can force it, but it will stay stung
you can crush it as dry as a bone
you can walk it straight home from school
you can kiss it, you can break all the rules
but still everything is broken,
everyone is broken
why can't you forget?

@SONG: 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 against 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

@SONG: High and 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.

@SONG: Fake Plastic Trees

Her green plastic watering can for her fake chinese rubber plant 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

SHe lives with a broken man,
a cracked polystyrene man who just
crumbles and burns
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.

@SONG: Bones

I don't wanna a be krippled, kracked
shoulders, wrists, knees and back
ground to dust and ash
crawling on all fours
when you've got to feel it in your bones
Now i can't climb the stairs
pieces missing everywhere
prozac painkillers
when you've got to feel it in your bones
and i used to fly like Peter Pan
all the children flew when i touched their hands.

@SONG: Nice Dream

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

i call up my friend, the good angel
but she's out with
her ansaphone
she says she would love to come help but
the sea would
electrocute us all, nice dream

if you think that you're strong enough
if you think you belong enough
nice dream.

@SONG: Just

can't get the stink off,
he's been hanging around for days
comes like a comet,
suckered you, but not your friends
one day he'll get to you,
and teach you how to be a holy cow

don't get my sympathy hanging out the 15th floor
you've changed the locks three times,
he still comes reeling through the door
and soon he'll get to you,
teach you how to get to purest hell
you do it to yourself, you do
and that's what really hurts, is
you do it to yourself, just you,
you and no one else
you do it to yourself.

@SONG: My Iron Lung

faith, you're driving me away
you do it everyday
you don't mean it, but it hurts like HELL
my brain says i'm receiving pain
a lack of oxygen from my life support
my iron lung

we're too young to fall asleep
too cynical to speak
we are losing it, can't you tell?
we scratch our eternal itch
our twentieth century bitch and we are grateful for our
iron lung suck, suck your teenage thumb
toilet trained and dumb
(when the power runs out, we'll just hum)
this, this is our new song
just like the last one
a total w a s t e of time
my iron lung.

@SONG: Bullet Proof (I Wish I Was)

limb by limb and tooth by tooth
tearing up inside of me
every day, every hour, wish that i
was bullet proof

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-fill
the hole in me
i could burst a million bubbles
all
surrogate and bullet proof.

@SONG: 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 58 hours 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 keep passing out
when i see a face like you
what am i coming to?
i'm gonna melt down.

@SONG: 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 you're
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.

@SONG: Street Spirit (Fade Out)

rows of houses all bearing down on me
i can feel their blue hands touching me
all these things in all positions
all these things will one day take control
and fade out again and fade out

this machine will...will not communicate these thoughts
and the strain i am under
be a world child, form a circle before we all go under
and fade out again and fade out again

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.