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yyyhngbgyhntthy xgdf**introduction


Artist:Thom Yorke, Title:Armageddon

>we are phil selway
>thom yorke and colin greenwood
	we are in a band
>then theres ed and theres jon: jon is colins brother now
	we are in a band

..!!in the nineties we was cool but then we ripped off Aphex Twin!!

>in the deep deep sssleep of the self-assured
	we are in a band
>in a weird screwed up song 
    we're amazed that we survived
	our hubris saved our lives

7yuc zhd2**early years///1987

	please could you stop the noise im tryin to teach a CLASS?

we formed our band inside our highschoolmusic room
								huh dont stare!!

when we were kids they called us gits and kicked our balls
		they took our lunch money and gave us quite a fall
						huh dont stare!!

		nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnature made us look pretty ugly

		b a ld i n g   w h i n y     s q u i n t y     l i t t l e    f a i r i e s 
	“you dont       remember  “why dont you remember our     names?
  • ]!!warning!! song is too long truncating for radio edit**



Artist:Thom Yorke, Title: I'm going to sell this for USD $600,000

fitter wealthier more productive
not sucking so much
regular play on the radio (3 times a day)
getting on better with your hypocrite college contemporary audience
at ease
playing well (no more local bar concerts and no more name-calling)
a better songwriter
a nicer car (groupie smiling in back seat)
touring lots (with REM)
still paranoia
careful to all producers (always following orders)
keep in contact with old favourites (playing creep on command)
will frequently check account at (moral) bank (tons of money)
favours for favours
fond but not in love
charity for the cameras
on fridays recording session
(starting to compose with piano instead of guitar)
get drunk (also on fridays)
still afraid of cars
and airplanes
writing so ridiculously teenage and desperate
writing so childish
at a faster pace
quicker and more complicated
no chance of escape
now self-employed
concerned (but self-absorbed)
an empowered & informed member of Oxfam (pragmatism and idealism!)*]
etc, etc,

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OK Computer////1997??id6890

karma police arrest this band they ripped me off singing bout computers and bout crashing aeroplanes.  

karma police arrest this man his whiny singing is making me depressed

tHis is what you get.  tHis is what you get.  tHis is what you get when you spend on us.

karma police ive given all ican its not enough ive given all i can but theyre still milking b-sides.
tHis is what you get.  tHis is what you get.  tHis is what you get when you spend on us.

(phew    for a minute there  i had to ralph)

ocmcocmcocmk**kid a////2000

our hearts were full up like a landfill  got bored with playing music.  
started playing noise.  

we were so tired and unhappy.  tired of our old sound.  we searched.  

we found noisy synthesizers.  a wonky beatbox.+
you pretended
that you liked us.  you pretended that you liked us.  you pretended that you liked us yeah.

silence! silence!

here's a final song with final whacked out brass band
you pretended that you liked us. you pretended that you liked us. 
you pretended that you liked us, yeah.  

such a shitty song and  such a shitty album.
you pretended that you liked us. you pretended
that you liked us. you pretended that you liked us yeah

2.5Amnesssiac(1)///Half of nothing, nothing of halfs/////2001

>We're the next act. You will hear our sound.

>We're the best thing 
	our computerized music's so profound.

>Singing 'bout knives out and
	some distorted static sound

We're all you need. We're all you need.

You're in the middle of our picture. Buying our CDs.

>It's all wrong. It's all right.
>It's all wrong. It's all right.
>Wait how could something so wrong
    be so right?
>It's so wrong. It's so right.

hail to the thief*52365435737474374374374733376437564375697569700

i guess we've seen the top   and fallen.  nowhere else to go. 
awesome, then we got too clever,  our fanbase would know.  
sometimes I get over-smart, that's when you see red.  they ask 
me where the hell i'm going?? i'm john cage the second
hey man slowdown.  idiots slow down.

Artist: Thom Yorke, Title: I made this when I was Drunk

1% Rainb0wszz*544338745787878648647865453ta1ksinmaths153


Two discs in a set I bet you think that’s pretty clever don’t you boy
We’re without a record label watching as our profits quickly drop
You’d kill yourself to buy the discbox; you’d kill yourself to ever pay for that
We broke another rule; We're turning into something that we fought

So please pay high
Don’t leave us dry

The songs on here are less depressing, but that really isn’t saying much
The album feels like broken pieces, the songs here simply do not measure up
We’re the ones who'll rip you when we make you scrounge and pay the forty pounds
We might as well just spit at you; you will be the one screaming out

So please pay high
Don’t leave us dry

It’s the worst thing that we’ve ever done; the worst thing that we’ve ever, ever done
It’s the worst thing that we’ve ever done; our good years really have since gone away 

nsdfhsdfj***sBmiL//Fo..gnIk_ ehT/4578457/ _/*2o11/

YOU         CAN'T         PLAY         IT         MORE         THAN         ONCE
IT               BRINGS               YOU               NO              PLEASURE

THOM            MUST            BE             TO           BLAME            FOR
THIS                  RECORD'S                 LAME                  DISTRACTORS
DARE               NOT                LET               JONNY               PLAY
DEDICATED                             TO                              MEDIOCRITY

BECAUSE      WE      RAN      OUT     OF     IDEAS      FOR      ROCK      SONGS
THE                      KING                       OF                      FAIL
BECAUSE     WE      RAN      OUT     OF     IDEAS      FOR      ROCK      SONGSS

R     E     C     O     R     D                  L     A     B     E     L     S
TAKE                      US                       WITH                      YER


  • Enriqué Syrup (1993)
  • Decompression Sickness (1995)
  • Alright IBM (1997)
  • All That You Can't Leave BehindCommerical Suicide (2000)
  • Parachutes (2000)
  • Commercial Suicide, Part 2: Electric Boogaloo (2001)
  • A Rush Of Blood To The HeadHail to the Thief. ('Cuz Thom Stole Jonny's 'H'.) (2003)
  • In Gaynbows (2007)
  • Oxo-degradable Failure (2011)

see also*grr.arg.

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