Thom Yorke Quotes

You've got some nerve, coming here

When I go forwards, you go backwards
And somewhere we will meet

It's the devil's way now
There is no way out
You can scream and you can shout
It is too late now

Routines and schedules A drug that'll kill you

Are you hungry?
Are you sick?
Are you begging for a break?
Are you sweet?
Are you fresh?
Are you strung up by the wrists?

That there
That's not me
I go
Where I please
I walk through walls
I float down the Liffey

Jumped in the river, what did I see?
Black-eyed angels swam with me
A moonful of stars and astral cars
And all the figures I used to see
All my lovers were there with me
All my past and futures
And we all went to heaven in a little row boat
There was nothing to fear and nothing to doubt

"What worries me more than anything else is the whole notion that I'm who people focus on, like it's of significance, you know? People look at me and think that it's a complete existence. What really fucks me up in the head is that basically I'm supposed to be endorsing this sort of pop star, 'Wow, lucky bastard, he's got it all' existence. What frightens me is the idea that what Radiohead does is basically packaged back to people in the form of entertainment, to play in their car stereos on their way to work.

"I haven't done enough. I don't have solar panels on my house yet. I haven't sorted out the heating, my car's not a Prius, I f---ing fly all the time for my job and I hate it but at the moment I haven't really got a choice, you know, and all these things. The job I'm in is a job that wastes energy left, right and centre. It's madness." source

wish us all a safe journey if you still like us and you're not one of those people i have managed to offend by doing nothing source

(on his inability to read music) "If someone lays the notes on a page in front of me, it's meaningless...because to me you can't express the rhythms properly like that. It's a very ineffective way of doing it, so I've never really bothered picking it up." source

Ambition makes you look pretty ugly
Kicking and squealing gucci little piggy

Murderers, you're murderers
We are not the same as you

Everyone has got the fear
It's holding on
Holding on

At a better pace
Slower and more calculated
No chance of escape