Pablo Honey by Radiohead
- Release
- 22 February 1993
- Genre
- Alternative Rock, Grunge
- Studio
- Chipping Norton
- Label
- Parlophone, Capitol
Pablo Honey is the debut album of the rock band Radiohead. The album received generally favorable reviews. The single Creep reached number seven on the UK Singles Chart when it was reissued in 1993, and it remains Radioheads' most successful single. Pablo Honey was certified Gold in the UK in 1994 and triple platinum in 2013. In the US, it was certified platinum in 1995. It is less acclaimed than the later Radiohead's work, although some retrospective reviews have been positive.
You
You are the sun and moon and stars, are you
And I could never run away from you
You try at working out chaotic things
And why should I believe myself, not you?
It's like the world is going to end so soon
And why should I believe myself?
Myself
You, me and everything caught in the fire
I can see me drowning, caught in the fire
You, me and everything caught in the fire
I can see me drowning, caught in the fire
Creep
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
I wish I was special
You're so fucking 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
Oh, oh
She's running out again
She's running out
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
How Do You?
He's bitter and twisted
He knows what he wants
He wants to be loved and he wants to belong
He wants us to listen, he wants us to weep
And he was a stupid baby who turned into a powerful freak
But how do you?
How do you?
How do you?
He lives with his mother
But we show him respect
He's a dangerous bigot, but we always forget
And he's just like his daddy because he cheats on his friends
And he steals and he bullies anyway that he can
But how do you?
How do you?
How do you?
Stop Whispering
And the wise man say I don't want to hear your voice
And the thin man say I don't want to hear your voice
And they're cursing me, and they won't let me be
And there's nothing to say, and there's nothing to do
Stop whispering, start shouting
Stop whispering, start shouting
And the mother say we spit on your son some more
And the buildings say we spit on your face some more
And the feeling is that there's something wrong
Because I can't find the words and I can't find the songs
Stop whispering, start shouting
Stop whispering, start shouting
Dear Sir, I have a complaint
Can't remember what it is
It doesn't matter anyway
It doesn't matter anyway
Thinking About You
Been thinking about you, your records are here
Your eyes are on my wall, your teeth are over there
But I'm still no-one, and you're now a star
What do you care?
Been thinking about you, and there's no rest
Should I still love you, still see you in bed?
But I'm playing with myself, and what do you care
When the other men are far, far better
All the things you got
All the things you need
Who bought you cigarettes who bribed the company
To come and see you, honey?
I've been thinking about you, so how can you sleep
These people aren't your friends, they're paid to kiss your feet
They don't know what I know, and why should you care
When I'm not there
Been thinking about you, and there's no rest
Should I still love you, still see you in bed?
But I'm playing with myself, what do you care
When I'm not there
All the things you got, you'll never need
All the things you've got, I bled and I'd bleed to please you
Been thinking about you
Anyone Can Play Guitar
Destiny, destiny protect me from the world
Destiny, hold my hand protect me from the world
Here we are with our running and confusion
And I don't see no confusion anywhere
And if the world does turn
And if London burns I'll be standing on the beach with my guitar
I wanna be in a band when I get to heaven
Anyone can play guitar
And they won't be a nothing anymore
Grow my hair, grow my hair
I am Jim Morrison
Grow my hair
I wanna be wanna be wanna be Jim Morrison
Here we are with our running and confusion
And I don't see no confusion anywhere
And if the world does turn
And if London burns I'll be standing on the beach with my guitar
I wanna be in a band when I get to heaven
Anyone can play guitar
And they won't be a nothing anymore
Ripcord
Soul destroyed with clever toys for little boys
It's inevitable, inevitable, it's a soul destroyed
You're free until you drop
You're free until you've had enough
But you don't understand
You've no ripcord
No ripcord, no ripcord, no ripcord
Aeroplane
Do I mean what I mean?
It's inevitable, inevitable, oh aeroplane
A thousand miles an hour
And politics in power
That you don't understand
You've no ripcord
No ripcord, no ripcord, no ripcord
The answer to your prayers
We'll drop you anywhere
With no ripcord
No ripcord, no ripcord, no ripcord
Vegetable
I never wanted anything but this
I worked hard, tried hard
I ran around in domestic bliss
I fought hard, died hard
Every time you're running out of here
Every time you're running I get the fear
I never wanted any broken bones
Scarred face, no home
Your words surround me and asphyxiate
And I burn all hate
Every time you're running out on me
Every time you're running I can see
I'm not a vegetable
I will not control myself
I spit on the hand that feeds me
I will not control myself
The waters spray, the waters run all over me
The waters spray, the waters run
And this time you're gonna pay
I'm not a vegetable
I will not control myself
I spit on the hand that feeds me
I will not control myself
Prove Yourself
I can't afford to breathe in this time
Nowhere to sit without a gun in my hand
Hooked back up to the cathode ray
I'm better off dead, I'm better off dead
I'm better off...
Prove yourself
Prove yourself
Prove yourself
I wanna breathe, I wanna grow
I'd say I want it but I don't know how
I work, I bleed, I beg and pray
But I'm better off dead, I'm better off dead
I'm better off...
Prove yourself
Prove yourself
Prove yourself
I'm better off dead, I'm better off dead
I'm better off...
Prove yourself
Prove yourself
Prove yourself
Prove yourself
Why?
Prove yourself
Prove yourself
Prove yourself
I Can't
Please forget the words that I just blurted out
It wasn't me, it was my strange and creeping doubt
It keeps rattling my cage
And there's nothing in this world will keep it down
Even though I might, even though I try, I can't
Even though I might, even though I try, I can't
So many things that keep, that keep me underground
So many words that I, that I can never find
If you give up on me now I'll be gutted like I've never been before
And even though I might, even though I try, I can't
Even though I might, even though I try, I can't
If you give up on me now I'll be gutted like I've never been before
And even though I might, even though I try, I can't
Even though I might, even though I try, I can't
Even though I might, even though I try, I can't
Even though I might, even though I try, I can't
Lurgee
I feel better
I feel better now you've gone
I got better
I got better, I got strong
And I feel better
I feel better now there's nothing wrong
I got better
I got better, I got strong
Tell me something
Tell me something I don't know
Tell me one thing
Tell me one thing and let it go
I've got something
I've got something heaven knows
I got something
I got something I don't know
Blow Out
In my mind
And nailed into my heels
All the time
Killing what I feel
And everything I touch
(All wrapped up in cotton wool)
(All wrapped up in sugar-coated pills)
Turns to stone
Everything I touch
(All wrapped up in cotton wool)
(All wrapped up in sugar-coated pills)
Turns to stone
I am fused
Just in case I blow out
I am glued
Just in case I crack out
And everything I touch turns to stone
Everything I touch
(All wrapped up in cotton wool)
(All wrapped up in sugar-coated pills)
Turns to stone