Cover di Lost Treasures 1993-1997

Lost Treasures 1993-1997
Compilation - 1997 - Debaser id 81785

di Radiohead

I resent you calling
I resent your voice
I resent that I
Don't have a choice

Anywhere I go
You are always there
Outside the car
Or in my hair

I think I've been here before
Yes I've been here before
The last time you locked
All the doors

And I resent you calling
I resent your voice
I resent that I
Don't have a choice

And yes I am
Yes I am

I think I've told you once
I think I needed advice
You were such a help
That's very nice

I think I've been here before
Yes I've been here before
But this time I kick
Down your door

Yes I am
Yes I am
Il tuo voto:
What do you want from me?
Now you got me
Now my fingers bleed
Now they're staring at me
I'm a coward now
I hold my peace

Now you tie me up to your feather bed
And I twist and turn in a chinese burn
You won't let go
You won't let go

You're inside my head
Inside my head

What do you want from me?
Now you got me
Now my energy you suck from me
And I'm holding on for dear life

Quit smothering me
Quit laughing at me
I've got a disease
An English disease
It won't let go
It won't let go

You're inside my head
Inside my head

What did you put in that syringe?
Whatever you really said to him?
Is sitting there, inside of me

And you bother me
You posess me
You're there again
Ahead of me
And I won't let go
I won't let go

You're inside my head
Inside my head
Inside my head
Inside my head
Il tuo voto:
Oh no, pop is dead
Long live pop.
It died an ugly death,
By back catalogue.

And know you know it gets you nowhere,
And now you know you realise.

Oh no, pop is dead
It just gave up,
We raise the dead but they won't stand up.

And radio have salmonella,
And now you know you gotta die.
It left this message for us.

So what, pop is dead, it's no great loss
So many face lifts, it's face flew off.

The Emperor he has no clothes on,
And his skin is pealing off.

Oh no, pop is dead, long live pop,
One final lot of coke to jack him off...
Jack him off.. He left this message for us.

He left this message for us.
He left this message for us.
Il tuo voto:
Killer cars ... cars
Killer cars

Too hard on the brakes again
What if these brakes just give in?
What if they don't get outta the way?
What if there's someone overtaking?

I'm going out for a little drive, and it could be the last time you see me alive
There could be an idiot on the road
The only kick in life is pumping that steel

Wrap me up in the back of the trunk, packed with foam and blind drunk
They won't ever take me alive
'cause they all drive ...

Don't die on the motorway
The moon would freeze, the plants would die
I couldn't cope if you crashed today
All the things I forgot to say

I'm going out for a little drive, and it could be the last time you see me alive
What if that car loses control?
What if there's someone overtaking?

Wrap me up in the back of the trunk, packed with foam and blind drunk
They won't ever take me alive
'cause they all drive ...

Killer cars ...

Wrap me up in the back of a trunk, packed with foam and blind drunk
They won't ever take me alive, cause they all drive killer cars
They all drive ... killer cars
They all drive ... killer cars
Il tuo voto:
Rust in the mountains
Rust in the brain
The air is sacred here
In spite of your claim
Up on the roof tops
Out of reach
Trickster is meaningless
Trickster is weak
He's talking out the world
Talking out the world Hey
Hey
Hey
This is only halfway
Hey
Hey
Hey
This is only halfway

I wanted you so bad
And I couldn't say
All things fall apart
We wanted out so bad
We couldn't say
These things fall apart
We're talking out the world
Talking out the world
Hey
Hey
Hey
This is only halfway
Hey
Hey
Hey
This is only halfway

Truant kids- a can of brick dust worms
Who do not want to climb down from
Their chestnut tree
Long white gloves
Police tread carefully
Escaped from the zoo
The perfect child facsimile
It's Talking out the world
Talking out the world
Il tuo voto:
Bummed out again by your only business friend
The smell of fear is thicker than you think
Don't do it, don't jump

Changed shape to fit, in the end you just feel sick
A million love songs under anaesthetic
Hey don't do it, don't jump

Lewis, save yourself the pain, you'll never get there
Lewis, save yourself the pain, it never really mattered

We never noticed, we never understood
He just get crushed to fit, he never even smelt out the best
It's the best, it's the best day of your life

Lewis, save yourself the pain, you'll never get there
Lewis, save yourself the pain, it never really matters
No, I swear, I swear, I swear

Oh, mistreated, a low corporate
Mistreated, a low corporate

I don't wanna to talk about it
I don't wanna to talk about it
I don't wanna to talk about Lewis, Lewis, Lewis
I don't wanna to talk about Lewis, Lewis, Lewis
Il tuo voto:
I wrapped you inside my coat
When they came to firebomb the house
I didn't feel pain, 'cause no one can touch me
Now that I'm held in your spell

A beautiful girl
A beautiful girl
Can turn your world into dust

Sell me a car that goes
Sell me a house that stands up
I never cared before
I never cared before
I never cared before
before...
before...
before ...

A beautiful girl
A beautiful girl
Can turn your world into dust

A beautiful girl
A beautiful girl
Can turn your world into dust, yeah


I stood in front of her face
When the first bullet was shot
Il tuo voto:
Loose ropes still tied knots
I can't believe that i returned
loose threads still they sew
It's just i can't believe that we returned
Let's get out
Out
Will you come out with me?
Il tuo voto:
Here it comes, Here it comes,
I can feel the hills exploding
Exploding gracefully
Burning up the freeway
Here it comes
Grass is green at the edge of the bubble
Beautiful gets into beautiful trouble
And it seems to fall out of the sky and come down on you.
Oh baby burn

Fast die younger
Burns rubber
Useless rockers
From England
Good times
Had by all
Just swallow your guilt and your crutches
Blue and white birds stop and hide on the pedal
Interstate fire walk staright down the middle,
And it seems to fall out of the sky and come down on you
Oh baby burn
Il tuo voto:
Did it all for you to say
You never wanted me that way
Now the dogs have had their meat
I think I'll go plug in the mains

I tumble like a clown
Before your baying hounds
I supplicate myself
Into your hands

When you spare a make-up smile
I'm instantly your biggest fan
How I was to know that
You practised it beforehand?

I tumble like a clown
Before your baying hounds
I supplicate myself
Into your hands
Il tuo voto:
Seen all good things and bad
Running down the hill
All so battered and brought to the ground

I am hungry again, I am drunk again
All the money I owe to my friends
When I'm like this
How can you be smiling, singing
How can you be sure?
How can you be sure?

If you walk out the door
Will I see you again?
If so much of me lies in your eyes

I am hungry again, I am drunk again
All the money I owe to my friends
When I'm like this
How can you be smiling, singing
How can you be sure I don't want you?
How can you be sure I don't want you?
How can you be sure I don't want you?
How can you be sure I don't want you?

I don't want you, I don't want you anymore
I don't want you, I don't want you anymore
Il tuo voto:
The breath of the morning
I keep forgetting
The smell of the warm summer air

I live in a town
Where you can't smell a thing
You watch your feet
For cracks in the pavement

Up above
Aliens hover
Making home movies
For the folks back home

Of all these weird creatures
Who lock up their spirits
Drill holes in themselves
And live for their secrets

They're all uptight
Uptight ...
Uptight ...
Uptight ...
Uptight ...
Uptight ...
Uptight ...
Uptight ...

I wish that they'd swoop down in a country lane
Late at night when I'm driving
Take me on board their beautiful 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'd finally lost it completely

I'd show them the stars
And the meaning of life
They'd shut me away
But I'd be all right
All right
I'm all right

I'm just uptight
Uptight ...
Uptight ...
Uptight ...
Uptight ...
Uptight ...
Uptight ...
Uptight ...
Il tuo voto:
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