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released July 20, 2010

Featuring Amanda Palmer (ukulele, vocals, and prepared piano)

All songs Mixed and Mastered by Mick Wordley at Mixmasters Studios in Adelaide, Australia - mixmasters.com.au
Except:
“Idioteque” (mixed by Michael McQuilken)
“Exit Music (For A Film)” (recorded live in Sydney and mixed by Jaron Luksa)
and
“Creep” (recorded live in Berlin by Daniel Scheer)

All songs written and originally performed by Radiohead
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“Fake Plastic Trees,” “No Surprises,” “High and Dry,” and “Exit Music (For A Film)” written by Colin Charles Greenwood, Jonathan Richard Guy Greenwood, Edward John O'Brien, Philip James Selway, and Thomas Edward Yorke; published by WARNER CHAPPELL MUSIC INTERNATIONAL LTD.

“Idioteque” written by Colin Charles Greenwood, Jonathan Richard Guy Greenwood, Paul Lansky, Edward John O'Brien, and Thomas Edward Yorke; published by WARNER CHAPPELL MUSIC INTERNATIONAL LTD.

“Creep” written by Colin Charles Greenwood, Jonathan Richard Guy Greenwood, Paul Lansky, Edward John O'Brien, and Thomas Edward Yorke; published by WARNER CHAPPELL MUSIC INTERNATIONAL LTD.

Cover Photograph: DESI
Album Design: Beth Hommel

Many thanks to Sean Francis, Hayley Rosenblum, & Beth Hommel (Team Chaos); Eric Sussman; Jason Webley; Kayla Oberlin; Michael Hausman, Will Simon & Karen Malluk; DESI; Neil Gaiman; and the People of Australia.

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Track Name: Fake Plastic Trees
A green plastic watering can
For a fake chinese rubber plant
In the fake plastic earth

That she bought from a rubber man
In a town full of rubber plans
To get rid of itself

And it wears her out, it wears her out
And it wears her out, it wears her out

She lives with a broken man
A cracked polystyrene man
Who just crumbles and burns

He used to do surgery
For girls in the 80s
But gravity always wins

And it wears him out, it wears him out
And it wears him out, it wears him out

She looks like the real thing
She tastes like the real thing
My fake plastic love

But I can't help the feeling
I could blow through the ceiling
If I just turn and run

And it wears me out, it wears me out
It wears me out, it wears me out

And if I could be who you wanted
If I could be who you wanted
If I could be who you wanted
All the time
And if I could be who you wanted
If I could be who you wanted
If I could be who you wanted
All the time
All the time
All the time
Track Name: High And Dry
Two jumps in a week,
I bet you think that's pretty clever don't you boy?
Flying on your motorcycle,
watching all the ground beneath you drop
You'd kill yourself for recognition,
kill yourself to never, ever stop
You broke another mirror,
you're turning into something you are not

Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry
Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry

Drying up in conversation,
you'll be the one who cannot talk
All your insides fall to pieces,
you just sit there wishing you could still make love
They're the ones who'll hate you
when you think you've got the world all sussed out
They're the ones who'll spit on you,
you'll be the one screaming out

Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry
Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry

It's the best thing that you ever had,
the best thing that you ever, ever had.
It's the best thing that you ever had,
the best thing that you ever had has gone away

Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry
Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry
Don't leave me
Don't leave me
Track Name: No Surprises
A heart that's full 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 a quiet life,
a handshake of carbon monoxide,

No alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises...

Silence, silence.

This is my final fit,
my final bellyache,

With no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises, please.

Such a pretty house
and such a pretty garden.

No alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises, please.
Track Name: Idioteque
Who's in the bunker?
Who's in the bunker?
Women and children first
Women and children first
Women and children
I'll laugh until my head comes off
I'll swallow Until I burst
Until I burst
Until I

Who's in the bunker?
Who's in the bunker?
I have seen too much
I haven't seen enough
You haven't seen
I'll laugh until my head comes off
Women and children first
And children first
And children

Here I'm allowed
Everything all of the time
Here I'm allowed
Everything all of the time

Ice age coming
Ice age coming
Let me hear both sides
Let me hear both sides
Let me hear both
Ice age coming
Ice age coming
Throw me in the fire
Throw me in the fire
Throw me in the

We're not scaremongering
This is really happening
Happening
We're not scaremongering
This is really happening
Happening
Mobiles quirking
Mobiles chirping
Take the money and run
Take the money and run
Take the money

Here I'm allowed
Everything all of the time
Here I'm allowed
Everything all of the time...
Track Name: Creep (Hungover at Soundcheck in Berlin)
When you were here before,
couldn't look you in the eye.
You're just like an angel,
your skin makes me cry.
You float like a feather,
in a beautiful world
You're so fucking special,
I wish I was special...

But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo.
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here.

I don't care if it hurts,
I want to have control.
I want a perfect body,
I want a perfect soul.
I want you to notice,
when I'm not around.
You're so fucking special,
I wish I was special.

But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo.
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here

She's running out the door,
she's running,
she run, run, run, run, run.

Whatever makes you happy,
whatever you want.
You're so fucking special,
I wish I was special,

but I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo.
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here,
I don't belong here.
Track Name: Exit Music (For A Film)
Wake from your sleep,
the drying of your tears,
Today we escape, we escape.

Pack and get dressed
before your father hears us,
before all hell breaks loose.

Breathe, keep breathing,
don't lose your nerve.
Breathe, keep breathing,
I can't do this alone.

Sing us a song,
a song to keep us warm,
there's such a chill, such a chill.

And you can laugh a spineless laugh,
we hope your rules and wisdom choke you.

And now we are one
in everlasting peace,

we hope that you choke, that you choke,
we hope that you choke, that you choke,
we hope that you choke, that you choke.
Track Name: Creep (Live in Prague)
When you were here before,
couldn't look you in the eye.
You're just like an angel,
your skin makes me cry.
You float like a feather,
in a beautiful world
You're so fucking special,
I wish I was special...

But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo.
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here.

I don't care if it hurts,
I want to have control.
I want a perfect body,
I want a perfect soul.
I want you to notice,
when I'm not around.
You're so fucking special,
I wish I was special.

But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo.
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here

She's running out the door,
she's running,
she run, run, run, run, run.

Whatever makes you happy,
whatever you want.
You're so fucking special,
I wish I was special,

but I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo.
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here,
I don't belong here.