Down a peg or two we all go
Behind a wall of eyes
Of your own device
Is that still you?
With hollow eyes
Changed to black and white
Strap yourself in
I try, but it don't go away
I try, but it don't go away
Let us raise our glasses
To what we don't deserve
Or what we're not worthy of
So rich and white
To the grains of sand
Slipping through our hands
(One, two, three, four, five)
(One, two, three, four, five)
(One, two, three, four, five)
(One, two, three, four, five)
I try, but it don't go away (one, two, three, four, five)
(One, two, three, four, five)
Is that still you? (One, two, three, four, five)
(One, two, three, four, five)
Through hollow eyes (one, two, three, four, five)
(One, two, three, four, five)
Changed to black and white (one, two, three, four, five)
(One, two, three, four, five)
So strap yourself in (one, two, three, four, five)
(One, two, three, four, five)
(One, two, three, four, five)
(One, two, three, four, five)
(One, two, three, four, five)
The Smile - Wall of Eyes Album Lyrics
The Smile - Wall of Eyes Lyrics
Writer: Jonny Greenwood, Thom Yorke, Tom Skinner
Copyright: Lyrics © WARP MUSIC LIMITED, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © WARP MUSIC LIMITED, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Teleharmonic
Will I make the morning?
I don't know
Tied up
In half-truths
Wanting
Payback, payback
Whining drones
On a cold sea
Ramming down doors
Piling in
Caught in dragnets
By fishermen
Wanting
Payback, payback
Where are you taking me?
Where are you taking me?
Somewhere you'll be there
So long
Somewhere you'll be there
So long
Soon you'll be there
So long
Soon you'll be there
In all that fire and ice
In all that fire
In all that ice
Bury me
In the way out
In the past
Oh, Lord, how should I forget?
Hung up, pinned up
By hammer and nails
Somewhere you'll be there
So long
Somewhere you'll be there
So long
Soon you'll be there
In all that fire
In all that ice
Where are you taking me?
Where are you taking me?
I don't know
Tied up
In half-truths
Wanting
Payback, payback
Whining drones
On a cold sea
Ramming down doors
Piling in
Caught in dragnets
By fishermen
Wanting
Payback, payback
Where are you taking me?
Where are you taking me?
Somewhere you'll be there
So long
Somewhere you'll be there
So long
Soon you'll be there
So long
Soon you'll be there
In all that fire and ice
In all that fire
In all that ice
Bury me
In the way out
In the past
Oh, Lord, how should I forget?
Hung up, pinned up
By hammer and nails
Somewhere you'll be there
So long
Somewhere you'll be there
So long
Soon you'll be there
In all that fire
In all that ice
Where are you taking me?
Where are you taking me?
Writer: Jonathan Richard Guy Greenwood, Thomas Andrew Skinner, Thomas Edward Yorke
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Read the Room
And when the time is right
And when the end has come
Maybe you can't, maybe you can't be arsed
For half a million
That's your opinion
That's how your story goes
A magic rain-, a magic rainbow
So big it bends the light
You know it takes away
It takes the fun out
Maybe I can't, maybe I can't be arsed
This crashing currency
These kind of phone calls
These candy aerosols
These massive e-, these massive egos
So big they bend the light
Who knows what it wants from me?
This goes where it wants to be
Honey for the honey bee
I am gonna count to three
Keep this shit away from me
Honestly?
Maybe you should read the room?
What on earth?
Come on, honey, read the room
Who knows what it wants from me?
This goes where it wants to be
Honey for the honey bees
Well, I am gonna count to three
Keep that shit away from me
"Come on out, come on out
"We know you're in there"
"We know you're in there"
Everybody thinks so
Everybody thinks so
Everybody thinks so
And when the end has come
Maybe you can't, maybe you can't be arsed
For half a million
That's your opinion
That's how your story goes
A magic rain-, a magic rainbow
So big it bends the light
You know it takes away
It takes the fun out
Maybe I can't, maybe I can't be arsed
This crashing currency
These kind of phone calls
These candy aerosols
These massive e-, these massive egos
So big they bend the light
Who knows what it wants from me?
This goes where it wants to be
Honey for the honey bee
I am gonna count to three
Keep this shit away from me
Honestly?
Maybe you should read the room?
What on earth?
Come on, honey, read the room
Who knows what it wants from me?
This goes where it wants to be
Honey for the honey bees
Well, I am gonna count to three
Keep that shit away from me
"Come on out, come on out
"We know you're in there"
"We know you're in there"
Everybody thinks so
Everybody thinks so
Everybody thinks so
Writer: Jonathan Richard Guy Greenwood, Thomas Andrew Skinner, Thomas Edward Yorke
Copyright: Lyrics © WARP MUSIC LIMITED, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © WARP MUSIC LIMITED, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Under Our Pillows
Such delights wait under your pillows
Soft sung hymns from under your pillows
A slate wiped clean, a white loss of feeling
If you're ready and willing
Part of the sting, part of the giving
As the light bulbs are humming
Just allow it all to sink in
And you give yourself, give yourself, freely
Nowadays everyone's for sharing
Nowadays everyone's for sharing
Don't let them take me
Try to convert me
With a voice I can only see through
Nowadays everyone's for sharing (that doesn't have a heartbeat)
Nowadays everyone's for sharing (that doesn't have a heartbeat)
Episodes wiped clean, wiped clean, wiped clean
Episodes wiped clean, wiped clean
This is major league, make believe, make believe
This is major league, make believe, make believe, make believe
Soft sung hymns from under your pillows
A slate wiped clean, a white loss of feeling
If you're ready and willing
Part of the sting, part of the giving
As the light bulbs are humming
Just allow it all to sink in
And you give yourself, give yourself, freely
Nowadays everyone's for sharing
Nowadays everyone's for sharing
Don't let them take me
Try to convert me
With a voice I can only see through
Nowadays everyone's for sharing (that doesn't have a heartbeat)
Nowadays everyone's for sharing (that doesn't have a heartbeat)
Episodes wiped clean, wiped clean, wiped clean
Episodes wiped clean, wiped clean
This is major league, make believe, make believe
This is major league, make believe, make believe, make believe
Writer: Jonathan Richard Guy Greenwood, Thomas Andrew Skinner, Thomas Edward Yorke
Copyright: Lyrics © WARP MUSIC LIMITED, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © WARP MUSIC LIMITED, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Friend of a Friend
I can go anywhere that I want
I just gotta turn myself inside out and back to front
Cut out shapes and worn out spaces
Add some sparkles to create the right effect
They're all smiling, so I guess I'll stay
At least 'til the disappointed have eaten themselves away
Buried from the waist down
Stop looking over our shoulder
All the window balconies, they seem so flimsy as our
Friends step out to talk and wave and catch a piece of sun
I guess I believe in an altered state
Where they leave their windows and their doors open wide
Here the telephone lines are always busy
Unable to give a reason or a straight answer
Buried from the waist down
Stop looking over our shoulders
We need to get this together
From our window balconies we take a tumble as our
Friends step out to talk and wave and catch a piece of sun
All of that money
Where did it go?
Where did it go?
In somebody's pocket
A friend of a friend
All the loose change
Loose change
I just gotta turn myself inside out and back to front
Cut out shapes and worn out spaces
Add some sparkles to create the right effect
They're all smiling, so I guess I'll stay
At least 'til the disappointed have eaten themselves away
Buried from the waist down
Stop looking over our shoulder
All the window balconies, they seem so flimsy as our
Friends step out to talk and wave and catch a piece of sun
I guess I believe in an altered state
Where they leave their windows and their doors open wide
Here the telephone lines are always busy
Unable to give a reason or a straight answer
Buried from the waist down
Stop looking over our shoulders
We need to get this together
From our window balconies we take a tumble as our
Friends step out to talk and wave and catch a piece of sun
All of that money
Where did it go?
Where did it go?
In somebody's pocket
A friend of a friend
All the loose change
Loose change
Writer: Jonny Greenwood, Thom Yorke, Tom Skinner
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chapell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chapell Music, Inc.
I Quit
I quit
My head is lit
A piece of me
This is my stop
This is the end of the trip
Conscience
And brotherhood
And brotherhood
Wild ghosts
Wild feelings
Leaning windmills
A dead drop
This is the end of the trip
A new path
Out of the madness
To wherever it goes
To wherever it goes
And wherever it goes
And wherever it goes
And wherever it lies
And wherever it lies
To wherever it goes
And wherever it goes
And wherever it goes
My head is lit
A piece of me
This is my stop
This is the end of the trip
Conscience
And brotherhood
And brotherhood
Wild ghosts
Wild feelings
Leaning windmills
A dead drop
This is the end of the trip
A new path
Out of the madness
To wherever it goes
To wherever it goes
And wherever it goes
And wherever it goes
And wherever it lies
And wherever it lies
To wherever it goes
And wherever it goes
And wherever it goes
Writer: Jonathan Richard Guy Greenwood, Thomas Andrew Skinner, Thomas Edward Yorke
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Bending Hectic
I'm changing down the gears
I'm slamming on the brakes
A vintage soft top
From the sixties
We're coming to a bend now
Skidding 'round the hairpin
A sheer drop down
The Italian mountainside
Time is kind of frozen
As you're gazing at the view
And I swear I'm seeing double
No one's gonna bring me down, no
No way and no how
I'm letting go of the wheel
'Cause it might be as well
It might be as well
I've got these slings
I've got these arrows
I'll force myself to
I've got these slings
I've got these arrows
I'll force myself to turn, turn
The ground is coming for me now
We've gone over the edge
If you've got something to say
Say it now
No one's gonna bring me down, no
No way and no how
I'm letting go
Of the wheel
Despite these slings
Despite these arrows
I'll force myself to
Despite these slings
Despite these arrows
I'll force myself to turn
Turn
Turn
Turn
Turn
Turn
I'm slamming on the brakes
A vintage soft top
From the sixties
We're coming to a bend now
Skidding 'round the hairpin
A sheer drop down
The Italian mountainside
Time is kind of frozen
As you're gazing at the view
And I swear I'm seeing double
No one's gonna bring me down, no
No way and no how
I'm letting go of the wheel
'Cause it might be as well
It might be as well
I've got these slings
I've got these arrows
I'll force myself to
I've got these slings
I've got these arrows
I'll force myself to turn, turn
The ground is coming for me now
We've gone over the edge
If you've got something to say
Say it now
No one's gonna bring me down, no
No way and no how
I'm letting go
Of the wheel
Despite these slings
Despite these arrows
I'll force myself to
Despite these slings
Despite these arrows
I'll force myself to turn
Turn
Turn
Turn
Turn
Turn
Writer: Jonathan Richard Guy Greenwood, Thomas Andrew Skinner, Thomas Edward Yorke
Copyright: Lyrics © WARP MUSIC LIMITED, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © WARP MUSIC LIMITED, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
You Know Me
You with your X-Ray specs
You can see inside of me
Or not
I'm a boxer on the ropes
You are standing in
My light
You've wound yourself around me
Like you know me
I'm smelling user
Something bright and clean
And shiny
And when my back is turned
The point of a blade
A blade
Always "You know me"
Always "You know me"
"You know me"
"Keep your arms up, son"
You don't scare me
Bone China teas, China tea
Old galaxies, galaxies
And a town that's underwater
None of this is mine
And a town that's underwater
None of this is mine, is mine
Always, "You know me"
Always, "You know me"
"Know me"
Don't think you know me
Don't think that I am everything you say
You can see inside of me
Or not
I'm a boxer on the ropes
You are standing in
My light
You've wound yourself around me
Like you know me
I'm smelling user
Something bright and clean
And shiny
And when my back is turned
The point of a blade
A blade
Always "You know me"
Always "You know me"
"You know me"
"Keep your arms up, son"
You don't scare me
Bone China teas, China tea
Old galaxies, galaxies
And a town that's underwater
None of this is mine
And a town that's underwater
None of this is mine, is mine
Always, "You know me"
Always, "You know me"
"Know me"
Don't think you know me
Don't think that I am everything you say
Writer: Jonathan Richard Guy Greenwood, Thomas Andrew Skinner, Thomas Edward Yorke
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Wall of Eyes is the second studio album by the English rock band the Smile, released on 26 January 2024 through XL Recordings. It was recorded in Oxford and Abbey Road Studios, London, with the producer Sam Petts-Davies.
The Smile developed the songs while on tour for their first album, A Light for Attracting Attention (2022). After releasing the single "Bending Hectic" in June 2023, the Smile announced the album with the single "Wall of Eyes" in November, followed by "Friend of a Friend" in January. Paul Thomas Anderson directed music videos for "Wall of Eyes" and "Friend of a Friend".
Wall of Eyes received acclaim and entered the top ten of several national albums charts. The Smile began a tour of Europe in March 2024.
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The SmileThe Smile developed the songs while on tour for their first album, A Light for Attracting Attention (2022). After releasing the single "Bending Hectic" in June 2023, the Smile announced the album with the single "Wall of Eyes" in November, followed by "Friend of a Friend" in January. Paul Thomas Anderson directed music videos for "Wall of Eyes" and "Friend of a Friend".
Wall of Eyes received acclaim and entered the top ten of several national albums charts. The Smile began a tour of Europe in March 2024.
Genre(s): Art rock, progressive rock, post-rock, experimental rock
Producer(s): Sam Petts-Davies
Released: January 26th, 2024
Year: 2024