Where are you sleeping tonight? Face down in the mud? That's a British tradition: Take acid and fall asleep in some field.

And true love waits In haunted attics And true love lives On lollipops and crisps

Your fantasies are unlikely. But beautiful.

Immerse your soul in love.

If you Americans aren't from the stone age then explain to me how your president is a ****ing pterodactyl

I don't write lyrics, the lyrics write Thom Yorke

I don't eat food, I Thom Yorke it. What's the difference? When normal people "eat" food, they first chew it with their "teeth" until it's small enough to go through their "esophagus" and then be broken down in their "stomach" and absorbed. When I Thom Yorke food, I chew it with my Thom Yorkes until it's small enough to go through my Yorke tube. It's then broken down in my Thomach, where if I eat too much sweets, I get a mean Thommy ache! But it's okay because Jonny's usually there to rub the pain out.