"radiohead" poems
I gulp down an Energy-Booster-X,
blue and sour.
Siri turns on Radiohead,
15 Step.
I step up to the pyramid of treadmills,
bouncing and salty.
Surrounded by Greek gods,
Beta, Alpha Gam, Pike.
I motivate myself by my surroundings,
bulging and ****
Cardio first and then core,
2 miles, 200 crunches.
I connect my sweat in a line down my shirt,
blotchy and stagnant.
Everyone stretches in the end,
Thighs, biceps, pecs aflame.
I will not stop until I am perfection,
beautiful and sculpted.
Alarm set again,
For 6:30am, 7:30pm
Aug 27, 2012
Aug 27, 2012 at 12:16 PM UTC
A heart that's filled up like a landfill
A job that slowly kills you
Bruises that won't heal
You look so tired, unhappy
Bring down the government
They don't, they don't speak for us
I'll take the quiet life, a handshake of carbon monoxide
No alarms, and no surprises
No alarms, and no surprises
Silent
Silent
-Radiohead
Jun 2, 2012
Jun 2, 2012 at 9:06 PM UTC
Karma police, arrest this man
He talks in maths
He buzzes like a fridge
He's like a detuned radio
Karma police, arrest this girl
Her ****** hairdo is
Making me feel ill
And we have crashed her party
*This is what you get
This is what you get
This is what you get when you mess with us*
Karma Police
I've given all I can
It's not enough
I've given all I can
But we're still on the payroll
*This is what you get
This is what you get
This is what you get when you mess with us*
And for a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself
And for a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself
For for a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself
For for a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself
Phew, for a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself
(In the early version, the first verse went):
Karma police arrest this girl
She stares at me
As if she owns the world and
We have crashed her party
Songwriters: YORKE, THOMAS / O'BRIEN, EDWARD JOHN / GREENWOOD, COLIN CHARLES / GREENWOOD, JONATHAN RICHARD GUY / SELWAY, PHILIP
S T - 24 nov 2013
Nov 24, 2013
Nov 24, 2013 at 2:32 AM UTC
my favourite song is sail to the moon live by radiohead and when he replied that it was his as well I was overwhelmed
we layed together and let the haunting phonics echo through your room
uninterrupted
I pressed my head to your chest and let your heart beat sync with the sound
two days later you told me you loved me and I was astounded when I heard the same words fall from my lips
I fell asleep listening to radiohead my head on the pillow and my heart in your hands
everyone warns you about heartbreak
They say that young love never lasts
and while they may be right I ask
Myself why I was never warned of the danger of a different kind of fracture
You broke my taste in music you ****
Teenage relationships don't generally end in divorces but the forces were at play and it ended anyway
Nobody worries about who walks away with the songs you've loved since childhood
Like Bono was my dude but you loved Beautiful Day so now we're not on good terms
Like Real People Do was the jam but you ruined it man
Why did I have to talk to you about music,
Janis Joplin, was poppin and Bob Dylan was killin but I told you all about it and now I'm not about it
the opening bars of sail to the moon rip me in open
and while we didnt have children I'm the short amount of time that we were living
In each other's embrace
music was our offspring and someone should have warned me about this thing where you aren't supposed to overshare
and though I have many questions about why it ended, why it's still going on, the biggest are why I told you my favourite song
and after the pseudo divorce
Who the hell gets custody of radiohead??
Aug 17, 2015
Aug 17, 2015 at 7:19 PM UTC
"That there
That's not me
I go
Where I please
I walk through walls
I float down the Liffey
I'm not here
This isn't happening
I'm not here
I'm not here
In a little while
I'll be gone
The moment's already passed
Yeah it's gone
And I'm not here
This isn't happening
I'm not here
I'm not here
Strobe lights and blown speakers
Fireworks and hurricanes
I'm not here
This isn't happening
I'm not here
I'm not here."
- Radiohead, How to Disappear Completely, Kid A (2000).
Oct 8, 2015
Oct 8, 2015 at 2:48 PM UTC
He drives a gray Subaru
I get in the passenger seat
He turns on nirvana
I don't want to
But I can't
Help it
I begin to weep
He asks what's wrong
I can't explain
He turns it off
I thank him
Until
Radiohead
Water falls from my eyes once more
I shouldn't be in this car
I should be riding my bike beside yours
Jul 2, 2017
Jul 2, 2017 at 3:12 PM UTC
The fearless ones
are fanning out
into the woods.
Others are huddled
in smartly constructed
camouflaged blinds.
These self styled
eco-warriors
brave the cold
and the discomforts
of inclement weather.
They keep a
watchful eye
over the stale
remains of
Dunkin Donuts,
bagels and
bacon grease
they cleverly
scattered
outside their
deadly bivouac.
These bold ones
eagerly finger the
barrels of their high
powered rifles,
palming the smooth
wooden stocks with
warm naked hands.
They itch to squeeze
the trigger but discipline
and fortitude inform
the vigilance of these
sentinels of sustainability.
They philosophically muse
about restorative balance
and the paradox of killing
in order to survive.
Another day has broken
over the New Jersey Highlands.
The hunt for bear is on.
Let the mammalian cleansing begin.
jbm
Oakland
12/6/10
Music Suggestion: Radiohead, Hunting Bears
Dec 6, 2011
Dec 6, 2011 at 9:02 AM UTC
a million ears listening
no one hears a thing
basest news a big surprise
ignominy is crowned king
a squander of treasure
best minds laid to waste
price of fear forever accrues
funds the purpose of the place
eyes of a diligent nation
brains filled with briny mush
ears clogged and waxen
expertise in smelling ****
central intel brainiacs
the heft of heavy dudes
a sordid nest of vipers
collecting despots dues
Music selection:
Radiohead,
Artificial Intelligence
Oakland
2/14/11
jbm
Apr 12, 2013
Apr 12, 2013 at 7:34 PM UTC
"Fitter Happier"
"more productive
comfortable
not drinking too much
regular exercise at the gym (3 days a week)
getting on better with your associate employee contemporaries
at ease
eating well (no more microwave dinners and saturated fats)
a patient better driver
a safer car (baby smiling in back seat)
sleeping well (no bad dreams)
no paranoia
careful to all animals (never washing spiders down the plughole)
keep in contact with old friends (enjoy a drink now and then)
will frequently check credit at (moral) bank (hole in wall)
favours for favours
fond but not in love
charity standing orders
on sundays ring road supermarket
(no killing moths or putting boiling water on the ants)
car wash (also on sundays)
no longer afraid of the dark
or midday shadows
nothing so ridiculously teenage and desperate
nothing so childish
at a better pace
slower and more calculated
no chance of escape
now self-employed
concerned (but powerless)
an empowered and informed member of society (pragmatism not idealism)
will not cry in public
less chance of illness
tires that grip in the wet (shot of baby strapped in back seat)
a good memory
still cries at a good film
still kisses with saliva
no longer empty and frantic
like a cat
tied to a stick
that's driven into
frozen winter **** (the ability to laugh at weakness)
calm
fitter, healthier and more productive
a pig
in a cage
on antibiotics"
- A song by Radiohead. I did not write this.
Oct 29, 2013
Oct 29, 2013 at 11:31 PM UTC
I’m not a piece of ****
**** you.
I’m sorry I still live here.
**** you.
I wasn’t drinking your whiskey.
**** you.
Now I’m drinking your whiskey.
**** you.
You nearly ended us.
**** you.
You make more excuses than I ever have.
**** you.
You think you’re a queen.
**** you.
I still love you dearly.
**** you.
Every word you say is distasteful.
**** you.
I could write a book with your negativity.
**** you.
You inspired this negativity.
**** you.
At what point did you turn into such a *****
**** you.
You say I’m worthless and undeserving.
**** you.
You used to get drunk and say sorry.
**** you.
Now you get drunk and turn your cheek.
**** you.
I’m sorry I’ve been such a detriment to our finances and everything else.
**** you.
I’m sorry I’ve scared you.
**** you.
Were you even scared?
**** you.
I believe you were.
**** you.
Yes, I smoked a cigarette in the house.
**** you.
And no, I didn’t go upstairs and take your stupid ******* blanket.
**** you.
Get over it, you ****
**** you.
I’m sorry for using the C word.
**** you.
****** and **** are two words you have shamed me for using.
**** you.
Keep listening to radiohead, especially the songs on the ******* radio.
**** you.
I tried to show you a song I wrote and you listened and I appreciated it.
**** you.
I saw the number 222 just now.
**** you.
I’m not trying my best but at least I’m ******* trying.
**** you.
Spiritual experiment, my ***
**** you.
I don’t want to listen to you two ****
**** you.
I’m ending this now so I can sleep without nightmares.
**** you.
I’m tired of saying **** you.
**** you.
I love you.
**** you.
I feel sick typing it over and over again.
**** you.
But really, get a ******* clue.
**** you.
Stop living in your universally harmful demeanor.
**** you.
Go to sleep and wake up a different person.
**** you.
Not too much different.
**** you.
Just not such a nasty *****
Apr 21, 2013
Apr 21, 2013 at 12:10 AM UTC
Can't get the stink off
He's been hanging round for days
Comes like a comet
Suckered you but not your friends
One day he'll get to you
And teach you how to be a holy cow
*You do it to yourself, you do
And that's what really hurts
Is that you do it to yourself
Just you and no one else
You do it to yourself
You do it to yourself*
Don't get my sympathy
Hanging out the 15th floor
You've changed the locks three times
He still comes reeling through the door
One day I'll get you
And teach you how to get to purest hell
*You do it to yourself, you do
And that's what really hurts
Is that you do it to yourself
Just you, you and no one else
You do it to yourself
You do it to yourself
You do it to yourself, you do
And that's what really hurts
Is that you do it to yourself
Just you, you and no one else
You do it to yourself
You do it to yourself.. yourself.. yourself..*
Writer(s): Jonathan Richard Guy Greenwood, Thomas Edward Yorke, Philip James Selway, Edward John O'brien, Colin Charles Greenwood
Copyright: Warner/Chappell Music Ltd.
ST - 10 ocky-tocky 2013
Oct 10, 2013
Oct 10, 2013 at 3:29 PM UTC
I still think of you every ******* day
The sight of you weeps over into my eyes
I spin the record fighting the demon dwelling up inside
My stomach twirls and my lungs clutch
And I can't help but think how horrible I am
Because I now have someone who makes it all easy
Makes the days float by like he shifts time and stops the meaning of-
and I can't help but ask myself why you still are sprayed into my ******* eyes
I am so ******* tired of this feeling. It breaks down my barrier and cuts to the bone
So deep that I've lost myself because I've accepted that it is over
But my heart can't seem to forgive you, or forgive myself -
For everything that I became when you flaunted your teeth and closed the door
And ever since then apart of me has been dead-
And for that-
I still ******* hate this feeling that overcomes my entire being every time I am reminded of you.
Cynical ***** I have become-
I honestly just no longer give a ****
Not even about this ****** piece of scribble-
I guess it is a good thing it is summer
Adderall, ******* Marijuana, Tobacco
The record no longer soothes the numbing feeling
And Radiohead only screams back your name.
**** you and this ******* feeling.
Jun 10, 2013
Jun 10, 2013 at 7:16 PM UTC
1) read me a poem
2) sing me a Radiohead song
3) talk to me about that time you ate that pizza by your own and how funny it was to see other people's reaction
4) hug me
5) tell me everything's gonna pass and everything's gonna be alright
6) play with me
7) take me out to play guitar and jam with weird and gilly and the spiders from mars
8) make me see the moon
9) help me breathing
10) tell me to make a list of things that make me feel better
11) talk to me with your bare voice
12) show me that photo of us that you loved so much you couldn't stop staring at
13) love me
14) be with me at my darkest
15) help me sleep without nightmares
16) let me see your eyes
17) show me your disc/book collection
18) talk to me about your mommy
19) play hide and seek with me
20) make me a list of the foods you don't like
21) read my bad sad depressing poetry
22) acaríciame la nuca y perdóname por no saber cómo se dice en inglés
23) remember with me those moments you really liked
24) be patient
25) be careful, but not that much careful
26) excuse my ocd about space and counting your inner stars
27) arrópame y discúlpame de nuevo por ser tan ignorante con el inglés
28) wait for me
29) say hi!, literally hi!
30) be happy,
and I'll try to be happy with you.
Feb 26, 2016
Feb 26, 2016 at 9:42 AM UTC
After breaking your heart
I listened to Radiohead, really I was
Still trying to go over
The times you played Radiohead
Once, I was just trying to
Remember the words you said
Now,
I just sit
And listen
To Radiohead
Because
You never played them
More than once
And I will probably
End up playing their music
To someone else
Instead.
Dec 17, 2018
Dec 17, 2018 at 8:48 PM UTC
steering wheel note:
turn me on
whenever you feel
lonely
Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 3:14 AM UTC
stop asking my major
I'm pretty sure
there isn't an academic sequence
for self destruction
since I can't focus on genome sequences
I pretend my life is a trailer
for a low-budget film festival drama
and I come up with names for it
when I'm sitting alone in the library
*** Drugs, and Radiohead"
"Hennessy and Coke-Zero"
or my personal favorite
"When Everyone Likes You (But You)"
I wonder if anyone will clap at the end
Feb 9, 2013
Feb 9, 2013 at 7:42 PM UTC
She's the kind of girl who'd take a pregnancy test (after drinking two venti iced green teas) at a Starbucks restroom. She's the kind of girl who'd come close to overdosing on antioxidants and diet pills. She's the kind of girl who'd drink cheap velvet wine to the point of senselessness and obliviously karaoke to Radiohead's Jigsaw Falling Into Place at a distant city bar on an Autumn Tuesday night. She's the kind of girl who'd still be holding your wrong-doing hands underneath the sheets atop your bed at 4:03 AM.
She's the kind of girl I'd be if I had more of a heart and less of a mind.
Sep 9, 2013
Sep 9, 2013 at 11:51 PM UTC
You once told me, over drinks, that
" 'first sight' isn't a thing."
I think at the time we actually agreed but
I guess we didn't think about
what that would ultimately mean because
now we still have to find an answer.
Then, how long does it take to fall in love?
The length of three movies we will never watch all the way through?
The time it takes to make a clever joke,
drink a few glasses of ****** wine,
or finally wash those **** dishes you are never motivated to do?
Long enough to roll my eyes a thousand times,
listen to a Radiohead album,
or battle three rounds of death rattles and the flu?
How about the amount it takes to share 100 cups of the best coffee,
finish a gallon of milk,
or to deliver the evening news?
Or maybe just the mere moments it took
to memorize your eyes and their exact shade of blue?
To determine the specific time length it takes to fall in love,
would be impossible,
and a definitive answer found, I would probably doubt,
but at the very least,
I can tell you that it is a hell of a lot less than
the painstaking time it is taking to fall back out.
Mar 26, 2013
Mar 26, 2013 at 12:40 PM UTC
if we're all about
lazy, blanket-cuddles
mixed with Radiohead songs
and missing breakfast
in the morning,
if we're all about playing
Russian roulettes with
our anxiety triggers
and chasing them down
with *****
if we're all about
untouched calendars
and jokes that aren't funny
and telling them anyway
and not saying
i love you's,
then,
i love what we're all about.
i love not saying
i love you's
with you.
i love this
kind of us.
Jun 13, 2019
Jun 13, 2019 at 2:32 AM UTC
Why
do we call the blues
blue? I'm playing on
your blues guitar,
wondering how you are.
Blues, blues.
My mind walks the streets
of saxaphone,
experience,
cigarette smoke--
like Radiohead says,
I don't care if it hurts,
I want a perfect soul.
Blues, blues.
The Yapese call blue
'ran mak'ef'
the water of the reef,
the blue within the blue,
beyond the blue--more blues
than these eyes have ever seen,
than this mind has ever known.
We only call the blues blue
because there is often something
so beautiful
in sadness.
Feb 28, 2013
Feb 28, 2013 at 5:00 PM UTC
I froze up on the staircase, staring at space much like a jigsaw falling in place. I was high and dry like a lotus flower in bloom. Lost in the fog as I tried to sail to the moon. I was searching for the subterranean homesick alien on Planet Telex to ask him the million dollar question he spoke in codex. So I’ll never find out the answer for the talk show host just like how the spooks won’t give up the ghost.
© Matthew Harlovic
Jul 14, 2014
Jul 14, 2014 at 3:29 PM UTC
That was the night that
Radiohead blared through
my radio speakers
and we made out like
it was going out of style
and the stars shined so bright
as we held each other
on the hood of my car
and to this day
I wonder why
because everything was so great
and i loved you 'til the very end.
Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 12:50 AM UTC
here's a neat trick:
evry time you have to say my name
replace it with RADIOHEAD
"RADIOHEAD has been staring at rooftops again. i'm worried."
"RADIOHEAD just walked into my kitchen and took all my matches!"
"i'd like my hexing stone back now, RADIOHEAD."
"RADIOHEAD, have you been drinking?"
anyway
you should try it
i'm not quite sure what will happen
but it's gonna rain no matter what you do
Sep 19, 2015
Sep 19, 2015 at 11:36 AM UTC