In my mind And nailed into my heels All the time killin' what I feel And everything I touch (all wrapped up in cotton wool) (All wrapped up and sugar coated) turns into stone And everything I touch (all wrapped up in cotton wool) (All wrapped up and sugar coated) turns into stone
I am fused just in case I blow out I am glued just because I crack out
Everything I touch turns to stone Everything I touch (All wrapped up in crinoline, all wrapped up in sugar-coated) turn to stone
Writer/s: COLIN CHARLES GREENWOOD, EDWARD JOHN O'BRIEN, JONATHAN RICHARD GUY GREENWOOD, PHILIP JAMES SELWAY, THOMAS EDWARD YORKE
Publisher: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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Matt Bellamy from Devon, United KingdomThis is probably the worst Radiohead album/song. I have no idea what you were thinking Thom but honestly this is s--te.
AnonymousDon't recall it being Jonny. I seem to remember Colin in a violent mood. We all had become frustrated with a lack of progress that night and felt a trip to the pub would be in order. Before we left, Colin fell into Philips Drum kit and Philip gave him a swift kick in the nuts. Wanting no part in this, Jonny moved to the corner, but before he knew it Thom body-slammed him against the wall. After forcing him to scribble words on the wall, Thom left for the pub. At least we got something out of it.
Thom Yorke from Northhamptonshire, England, EnglandOne violent night, after a stormy session, Jonny got particularly violent. He grabbed Ed by the throat and slammed him against the wall. We had to jump Jonny to calm him down. As a punishment, we sent him to the corner of the room, on a stool with the dunce cap for a time out. After an hour or so, we returned from the local bar and found Jonny scribbling the lyrics of Blowout on the wall.
Nowadays, whenever we get in a creative rut, we send Jonny to the wall, that bonny lad of ours. He's getting tired of it, though. Poor chap.