the bends

"Where do we go from here? The words are coming out all weird. Where are you now, when I need you?

Alone on an aeroplane Fall asleep on against the window pane, my blood will thicken.

I need to wash myself again to hide all the dirt and pain 'Cause I'd be scared that there's nothing underneath

But who are my real friends? Have they all got the bends? Am I really sinking this low?

My baby's got the bends. We don't have any real friends.

Just lying in the bar with my drip feed on Talking to my girlfriend, waiting for something to happen I wish it was the sixties, I wish I could be happy I wish, I wish, I wish that something would happen.

Where do we go from here? The planet is a gunboat in a sea of fear And where are you? They brought in the CIA, the tanks and the whole marines

To blow me away, to blow me sky high.

My baby's got the bends

We don't have any real friends

Just lying in the bar with my drip feed on Talking to my girlfriend, waiting for something to happen I wish it was the sixties, I wish I could be happy I wish, I wish, I wish that something would happen.

I wanna live, breathe
I wanna be part of the human race
I wanna live, breathe
I wanna be part of the human race, race, race, race

Where do we go from here? The words are coming out all weird. Where are you now when I need you?"
-thom yorke

2003-03-22 | 2:38 p.m.
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