Nose Grows Some Lyrics – Thom Yorke (Work in Progress)

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________it
If I open up the door
to the back of your ____sunken map___
and we’ll call your father
when it all becomes too much.
____spread your ashes___________
in the times you are friend
when the road ____in front____ collapsed
If I’m blowing myself away
__through the valley__
__turn eyes____
your nose just grows

but you just __a drop__
it is ___metal and is___ cold
we’ll wait upon the rose/roads
I’m waiting on the tide
through my back door.
If I’m blowing myself away
____the rest of life
___________road_______
your nose just grows
and grows.
__did I grow up tall?
my nose
my little bitty…

Truth Ray Lyrics – Thom Yorke (Work in Progress)

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To the lowest ___cause and _____
and I’ve lost everything
in the dust in your eyes
and in your head.
A rose-colored e______
to the ____lowest common______ray
I won’t let go.
I won’t let go.
Don’t let go.
Don’t let go.

You know my sins,
know my sins.
What is it now that awakens me?
And all of this is in my head.
Oh my god.
Oh my god.
All my life is sin, sin, sin.
to lose the garden easily.
I won’t let go,
I won’t let go.
Don’t let go,
Don’t let go.
You know my sin,
know my sin.
My love slips away from me.
With iron wings and iron __will__
have you no mercy?
no mercy?
What is now awakening?
Oh my god.
Oh my god.
Oh my god.
Oh my god.

A rose-colored ___evil ray___.
And I’ve lost everything.
All of my life is sin, sin, sin.

And all of this is____
look on you ___easily___
I won’t let go.
I won’t let go.
I won’t let go.
I won’t let go.

The Mother Lode Lyrics – Thom Yorke (Work in Progress)

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Another clown jumps off the ladder.
A shallow pool, but it doesn’t matter.
The way it goes.
The way it goes.
Just running through barriers and hedgerows.
A hollow man, a hollow hand puppet.
Where’s the applause when you need it?

__whistles by__somersaults and backflips.
I had a wish that things would be different,
the mother lode,
the mother lode.
A hollow man, a hollow hand puppet.
I’m a clown. You don’t want to know me.
The knife behind the curtain,
the truth is ordinary.

You can’t see your way out of this one.
He makes a joke, and nobody will listen.
At least he does not know it.
The last of all is courage.
Press the button for our free ticket.
There he goes,
hits the ground running.

Interference Lyrics – Thom Yorke (Work in Progress)

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We stare into each other’s eyes,
like jackdaws, like ravens.
A crowd may open up and swallow us,
in an instant,
an instant.

But I don’t have the right
to interfere,
to interfere.
I don’t have the right
to interfere,
to interfere.

In the future, we will change our numbers
and lose contact.
In the future, leaves will turn brown
when we want them.

And I don’t have the right
to interfere,
to interfere.
I don’t have the right
to interfere,
to interfere.
I don’t have the right
to interfere,
to interfere.

Guess Again Lyrics – Thom Yorke (Work in Progress)

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Wild dogs are howling
behind the curtain.
I’m holding to my children.
The creature’s staring in.
All of my madness
in the garden.
Guess again.

I’m fighting in the darkness,
the one that can’t be killed,
unless you get behind it.
Guess again.
There’s one door shut,
another open.
Guess again.
(This is open doors.)
(This is open doors.)
Guess again.
(This is open doors.)
(This is open doors.)

A Brain in a Bottle Lyrics – Thom Yorke (Work in Progress)

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Oh, what’s that seeking us?
Steel hands have come to talk to us.
Take me back. (__Dangerous__)

Seek gold let’s pick the bones
it’s a ______ I wrestle to the ground.

(____________)

__Be modern and__break myself in two.
_________ that I’ve forgotten you.
Think I’m going to go to pieces now.
Come and find me.

(___________)

Think I’m going to slow my dance to you.
A ______ of aiding you.
So, I’m just going to keep bouncing back.
Come and find me.

(____in ___of love _____)

Atoms for Peace Lyrics – Judge, Jury and Executioner

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Don’t worry, baby, it goes right through me.

I’m like the wind, and their anger will disperse.

Thin persecutors, thin twist, it festers.

I wanted a reptile that has crawled upon the earth.

I went for my usual walk and tell it like it is, tell it like it was.

Judge and jury,

executioner.

Judge and jury,

executioner.

Judge and jury.

And darkness follows, no tomorrow.

It’s all been decided. All spies deceptive.

All bells and voices to the echo chamber.

 

I went for my usual walk and went around the block.

I just can’t talk and reason with my executioner.

Judge and jury,

executioner.

Judge and jury,

executioner.

Judge and jury.

The ways betrayers, they talk in layers.

I went for my usual walk and tell it like it is. Tell it like it was.

Judge and jury,

executioner.

Judge and jury,

executioner.

Judge and jury.

Don’t worry baby, it goes right through me.

I’m like the wind, and their anger will disperse.

Manifesto Two

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On Emotion/Love in Poetry

I also wrote of the Lisa Robertson book in connection with love poetry: Lisa Robertson brings us the Beloved, the love poem, the “you” by saying, “yours are name’s I’d like to wear in / my lungs.” She suggests a connection between the poet and the readers, something incomprehensibly inherent to each entity, a call to us knowing each other in words. A poem is completely intimate, and we must treat it as such. Why should we shy away from the emotion of a poem? I’m suggesting a step forward from aesthetics, a sense of going deeper into the body of the poem and looking at sentimentality/emotionality/Love with all knowledge that this could fail, the poem could be too nostalgic, selfish or indulgent in the poet’s own idea of where the poem is going. Yet, we must try, because if we can’t attach the reader to the poem using the emotions/ideas that we know collectively, why write a poem at all? What does a poem give us without a sense of carrying an emotion or feeling back with the reader? After the song of a poem dispels, we need to be left with something other than diction. We must etch You in the reader’s ribs, connect the reader inherently to tenderness, symbiotic relationship, synthesized meaning, codependence, an unhealthy joining. A “good” poem brings us into its words, a “good” love poem leaves something with us, in us, a comfort, unease, something alien that resembles us entirely, something more understood than that which is a part of us, something we could not live without hearing.