Radiohead México » Stop Whispering

Lurgee

Francisco — Sun, 06 Jul 2008 06:57:10 +0000

I feel better
I feel better
Now you’ve gone

I got better
I got better
I got strong

I feel better
I feel better
Now there’s nothing wrong

I got better
I got better
I got strong

Tell me something
Tell me something
I don’t know

Tell me one thing
Tell me one thing
And let it go

I got something
I got something
Heaven knows

I got something
I got something
I don’t know

Prove Yourself

Francisco — Sun, 06 Jul 2008 06:55:27 +0000

I can’t afford to breathe in this town
Nowhere to sit without a gun in my hand
Hooked back up to the cathode ray

I’m better off dead
I’m better off dead
I’m better off

Prove yourself
Prove yourself
Prove yourself

I wanna breathe, I wanna grow
I’d say I want it but I don’t know how
I work, I bleed, I beg, I pray

But I’m better off dead
I’m better off dead
I’m better off

Prove yourself
Prove yourself
Prove yourself

I’m better off dead
I’m better off dead
I’m better off

Prove yourself
Prove yourself
Prove yourself
prove yourself

Woh!

Ripcord

Francisco — Sun, 06 Jul 2008 06:53:32 +0000

Soul destroyed
With clever toys
For little boys
It’s inevitable, inevitable
It’s a soul destroyed

You’re free until you drop
You’re free until you’ve had enough
And you don’t understand

No ripcord, no ripcord
No ripcord, no ripcord

Aeroplane
Do I mean
What I mean?
Oh it’s inevitable, inevitable
Oh aeroplane

A thousand miles an hour
On politics and power
That she doesn’t understand

No ripcord, no ripcord
No ripcord, no ripcord

The answer to your prayers
We’ll drop you anywhere

No ripcord, no ripcord
No ripcord, no no no no ripcord
Oh yeah

Stop Whispering

Francisco — Sun, 06 Jul 2008 06:49:48 +0000

And the wise men say
“I don’t want to hear your voice”
And the thin men say
“I don’t want to hear your voice”

And they’re cursing me
And they won’t let me be
And there’s nothing to say
And there’s nothing to do

Stop whispering, start shouting
Stop whispering, start shouting

And my mother say
“We spit on you, son, some more”
And the buildings say
“We spit on your face some more”

And the feeling is that
There’s something wrong
‘Cause I can’t find the words
And I can’t find the songs

Stop whispering, start shouting
Stop whispering, start shouting

Dear Sir, I have a complaint
Dear Sir, I have a complaint
Can’t remember what it is
Doesn’t matter anyway
Doesn’t matter anyway

Stop whispering
Stop whispering
Stop whispering
Start shouting!

Creep

Francisco — Sun, 06 Jul 2008 06:46:49 +0000

When you were here before
I couldn’t look you in the eye
You’re just like an angel
Your skin makes me cry

You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
I wish I was special
You’re so fucking special

But I’m a creep
I’m a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don’t belong here

I don’t care if it hurts
I wanna have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul

I want you to notice
When I’m not around
You’re so fucking special
I wish I was special

But I’m a creep
I’m a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don’t belong here, oh, oh

She’s running out again
She’s running out
Run, run, run, run!
Run!

Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You’re so fucking special
I wish I was special

But I’m a creep
I’m a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don’t belong here
I don’t belong here