Thom Yorke - The Eraser Lyrics
The Eraser
Please excuse me but I got to ask
Are you only being nice
Because you want something
My fairy tale arrow pierces
Be careful how you respond
'Cause you'd not end up in this song
I never gave you an encouragement
And it's doing me in
Doing me in
Doing me in
Doing me in
The more you try to erase me
The more, the more
The more that I appear
Oh the more, the more
The more you try the eraser
The more, the more
The more that you appear
You know the answer so why do you ask
I am only being nice
Because I want someone, something
You're like a kitten with a ball of yarn
And it's doing me in
Doing me in
Doing me in
Doing me in
The more you try to erase me
The more, the more
The more that I appear
Oh the more, the more
The more I try to erase you
The more, the more
The more that you appear
No, you're wrong, you're wrong
You're wrong, you're wrong
You're wrong, you're wrong
You're wrong
Writer: THOMAS EDWARD YORKE
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Analyse
A self-fulfilling prophecy of endless possibility
You roll in reams across the screen
In algebra, in algebra
The fences that you cannot climb
The sentences that do not rhyme
In all that you can ever change
The one you're looking for
It gets you down
It gets you down
There's no spark
No light in the dark
It gets you down
It gets you down
You traveled far
What have you found
That there's no time
There's no time
To analyse
To think things through
To make sense
Like candles in the city, they never looked so pretty
By power cuts and blackouts
Sleeping like babies
It gets you down
It gets you down
You're just playing a part
You're just playing a part
You're playing a part
Playing a part
And there's no time
There's no time
To analyse
Analyse
Analyse
Writer: Thomas Edward Yorke
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
The Clock
Time is running out for us
But you just move the hands upon the clock
You throw coins in a wishing well, wake up
You just move your hands upon the clock
It comes to you begging you to stop, wake up
But you just move your hands upon the clock
Throw coins in a wishing well for us
You make believe that you are still in charge
Writer: THOMAS EDWARD YORKE
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Black Swan
What will grow quickly, that you can't make straight
It's the price you gotta pay
Do yourself a favour and pack you bags
Buy a ticket and get on the train
Buy a ticket and get on the train
Cause this is f*cked up, f*cked up
Cause this is f*cked up, f*cked up
People get crushed like biscuit crumbs
And laid down in the bed you made
You have tried your best to please everyone
But it just isn't happening
No, it just isn't happening
And it's f*cked up, f*cked up
And this is f*cked up, f*cked up
This your blind spot, blind spot
It should be obvious, but it's not.
But it isn't, but it isn't
You cannot kickstart a dead horse
You just crush yourself and walk away
I don't care what the future holds
Cause I'm right here in your arms today
With your fingers you can touch me
I'm your black swan, black swan
But I made it to the top, made it to the top
This is f*cked up, f*cked up
You are f*cked up, f*cked up
This is f*cked up, f*cked up
Be your black swan, black swan
I'm for spare parts, broken up
Writer: BRAD GERMAIN, IAN ALEXANDER SMITH
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group
Skip Divided
I'm in a skip divided malfunction
I flap around and dive bomb
Frantically around your light
Enveloped in a sad distraction
I got your voice repeating endlessly
Could you guide me in? Could you smother me?
I swoop around your head but I never hit
I'm blinded by your daylight
Electric veins pass through me
I thought there was this big connection
I only got my name, I only got the situation
I just need a number and location
Without appropriate papers or permissions
I'm known to bite in tight situations
And then I head into your French windows
I thought there was a big connection
I only got my name, I only got my situation
I just need my number and location
And my mum keeps telling me
Hey hey, hey hey, hey hey
The devil may
Hey hey, hey hey, hey hey
You are a fool, you are a fool
For sticking round, for sticking round
Yeah, you are a fool, you are a fool
For sticking round, for sticking round
I tried every trick in the book, I tried to look and knew
Every trick in the book but how come I look?
No more common dress or elliptical caress
Don't look into your eyes ?cause I'm desperately in love
In love, in love
Oh, when you walk in the room everything disappears
When you walk in the room it's a terrible mess
When you walk in the room I start to melt
When you walk in the room I follow you round like a dog
I'm a dog, I'm a dog, I'm a lapdog
I'm your lapdog, yeah
I just got a number and location
I just need my number and location
Writer: Thomas Edward Yorke
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Atoms For Peace
No more going to the dark side with your flying saucer eyes
No more falling down a wormhole that I have to pull you out
The wriggling, squiggling worm inside
Devours from the inside out
No more talk about the old days
It's time for something great
I want you to get out
And make it work
So many lies
So many lies
So many lies
So feel the love come off of them
And take me in your arms
Peel all of your layers off
I want to eat your artichoke heart
No more leaky holes in your brain
And no false starts
I wanna get out
And make it work
So many lies
So many lies
So many lies
So feel the love come off of them
And take me in your arms
I wanna get out
And make it work
I want you to get out
And make it work
I'll be ok
So many lies
So many lies
So many lies
So feel the love come off of them
And take me in your arms
Writer: Thomas Edward Yorke
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
And It Rained All Night
And it rained all night and washed the filth away
Down New York airconditioned drains
The click click clack of the heavy black trains
A million engines in neutral
The tick tock tick of a ticking timebomb
Fifty feet of concrete underground
One little leak becomes a lake
Says the tiny voice in my earpiece
So I give in to the rhythm
The click click clack
I'm too wasted to fight back
Tick tack goes the pendulum on the old grandfather clock
I can see you
But I can never reach you
And it rained all night and then all day
The drops were the size of your hands and face
The worms come out to see what's up
We pull the cars up from the river
It's relentless
Invisible
Indefatigable
Indisputable
Undeniable
So how come it looks so beautiful?
How come the moon falls from the sky?
I can see you
But I can never reach you
I can see you
But I can never reach you
Writer: Thomas Edward Yorke
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Harrowdown Hill
Don't walk the plank like I did
You will be dispensed with
When you've become inconvenient
Upon Harrowdown Hill
Near where you used to go to school
That's where I am
That's where I'm lying down
Did I fall or was I pushed?
Did I fall or was I pushed?
And where's the blood?
And where's the blood?
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
To make it all right
So dry your eyes
We think the same things at the same time
We just can't do anything about it
We think the same things at the same time
We just can't do anything about it
So don't ask me
Ask the ministry
Don't ask me
Ask the ministry
We think the same things at the same time
There are so many of us
So you can't count
We think the same things at the same time
There are too many of us
So you can't count
Can you see me when I'm running?
Can you see me when I'm running?
Away from them
Away from them
I can't take their pressure
No one cares if you live or die
They just want me gone
They want me gone
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
To make it all right
So dry your eyes
We think the same things at the same time
We just can't do anything about it
We think the same things at the same time
There are too many of us
So you can't
There are too many of us
So you can't count
It has me led to the backroom
Harrowdown Hill
It has me led to the backroom
Harrowdown Hill
It was a slippery slippery slippery slope
It was a slippery slippery slippery slope
I feel me slipping in and out of consciousness
I feel me slipping in and out of consciousness
I feel me
Writer: THOMAS EDWARD YORKE
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Cymbal Rush
Try to save it but it doesn't come off the rock
Try to build a wall that is high enough
It's all boiling over a
All boiling over
Try to save your house
Try to save your songs
Try to run
But it follows you up a hill
It's all boiling over
All boiling over
Your little voice
Your little voice
No more conversation
No more conversation
You should took me out when you had the chance
You should took me out when you had the chance
All the rooms were numbered
And the losers turned away
Don't turn away
Don't turn away
Writer: Thomas Edward Yorke
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.