the eraser .pdf files

'the eraser' is thom yorke's album. all of the things i have posted here are the work of thom and stanley donwood. the original files are available at http://www.theeraser.net/Stage2UK/ in .pdf form. i thought it would be nice to have them here along with the transcriptions as they are a view into the way thom and mr. donwood create.

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Thursday, February 21, 2008

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look anditrainedallnight2

so a version with a vocal to this one before moving on the keeboards and bass
talking over it not listening to the music phrases
like the revolution will not be televised

theticktocktickofa ticking timebomb
in 50ft of concrete deep underground
one little leak will become a lake
tiptap tip of a blind mans (white)stick
and now here is the news
are you still there?
you ar e in five
the voice in coily earpiece
we will melt like butter in a frying pan
in between thre sports and the arts section
the disembodied earpiece
live into a million homes
paths
in roads
maps
lost
aerial photographs
reach over the path
walk down the path
criss cross
tram lines
criss cross
tram lines
paths
maps
serpents
fate lines following
trim tram lines
travel tram lines
and it rained all night and washed the filth away
down new york air condition juice drains
sideways always freakshow horrorshow
slick cclack clack of the heavy black trains
100 millions engines turning in neutral
apocalyptic soft coffin cocoons
click click ticking up like bag of cornflakes
it relentless invisible indefitagable undisputed undeniable
so how come it looks so beautiful?
how comes the constellations still shine?
how come the moom still shines reflection?
i givein i give in to the rhythm attack
im too wasted
im too wasted
im too wasted
it relentless invisible indefitagable undisputed undeniable
so i give in to the rhythm
to fight back
hypnotised by th e rhythm
the click click clack
give the monkey a banana and let him press the buttons
pendulum swings this way and that
tick tock goes the pendulum on the old father clock
the rocket is going to take off
no matter what
the watch on the chain swings for and back
clocks me in and it clocks me out
work all day and end up dead
the tick tock pulse
comes beneath the earth
from the molton core
with a finger click you wake up
oil slick
dead birds
we ar e lock edin a rhythm attck a rhthm attack
will someone click their fingers and bring us back?
where nothign will ever be the same again and we can forget about all this crap
like it wasa stupid joke and we had it wrong a one decimal point miscalculation
i give in to my panic my panic attack
while numbers drop from the lottery
the sptting keys of my typewriter
the spitting keys that wriet themselves
and it rained all night ands then all day
the drops were the size of you r hands and face


and now here is the news. are you still there? you ar e in in five. the voice in coily earpiece.

branches. endless. uncontrollable. a never ending mesh intertwined in to everything. paths. in roads. maps. lost. reach over the path. walk down the path. serpents. fate lines following. trim tram lines.

sideways always freakshow horrorshow

it relentless invisible indefitagable undisputed undeniable so how come it looks so beautiful? how comes the constellations shines? how come sun still reflect s frrom the moon?

we ar e lock edin a rhythm attck a rhthm attack will someone click their fingers and bring us back?', 'where nothign will ever be the same again and we can forget about all this crap, like it wasa stupid joke and we had it all wrong, a one decimal point miscalculation.
'--Radiohead Scrapbook

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