Thom Yorke Quotes - Page 12

If you're bored of the songs, you're bored of the songs. There's not much you can do.

you have not been / paying attention

They love me like I was a brother They protect me, listen to me They dug me my very own garden Gave me sunshine, made me happy Nice dream, nice dream Nice dream

When you're a parent, then you still have to commit to this concept of, "Okay, I'm basically out of action now for three months."

My big problem with corporate structure is this bizarre sense of loyalty you're supposed to feel -- towards what is basically a virus. It grows or dies, like any virus. And you use it for your own selfish ends." - source

I want to be part of the human race I want to live, breathe.

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

The joke is that U2's new record only looked like a virus. Enjoy mining bitcoins for me losers.

One little leak becomes a lake, Says the tiny voice in my earpiece

If Bono can release an album out of nowhere then so can I!

The people in charge, globally, are maniacs. They are maniacs, and unless we do something about it these people are going to deprive us of a future.

I'm not afraid of computers taking over the world.

So how come it looks so beautiful? How come the moon falls from the sky?

I would rather die then let my kids eat cup a soup.

I'm not taking things quite so seriously as before. Especially myself.

The hardest part about being in radiohead is being inside a giant head that is a radio. Ha ha, little english humour there, or is it a hammer?

It will be only a matter of time before the music business establishment completely folds.

I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo.

I don't like old friends talking to me like I'm a pop star, cos it makes me feel like I'm becoming two-dimensional.

Build gaps in your life. Pauses. Proper pauses.

In pitch dark I go walking in your landscape Broken branches Trip me as I speak Just 'cause you feel it Doesn't mean it's there... We are accidents waiting Waiting to happen.

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

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

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 if the world does turn, and if London burns, I'll be standing on the beach with my guitar. I want to be in a band, when I get to Heaven. Anyone can play guitar, and they won't be a nothing anymore.