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Bus Stop/Stop! Stop! Stop! (The Hollies) · Stop Whispering (Radiohead) · Stop Stop Stop (V.I.A. Gra) · Stop! Stop! Stop! (Via Gra) · Stop! Stop! Stop! (The Hollies) · Yoga to Radiohead (Yoga Pop Ups) · The Best of Radiohead (Radiohead) · True Love Waits: Christopher O'Riley Plays Radiohead (Christopher O'Riley) · Lullaby Versions of Radiohead (Twinkle Twinkle Little Rock Star) · The Best of Radiohead (Bizzy Bone) – and 90 other albums »


by my own vanity
Whispering rumours, bullying me
Well I spent it
It wasn't worth it
And for those who are not so beautiful as her
Not giving excuses,
needs time?
Stop the clock at half-past nine
Take out some cheese and laze around

One day not Sunday
I found us a beach to hide away
Whispering
From the paper umbrellas in both of our drinks
To the shadows that walk without us
My account of the details is as clear as you'd think
Kept up by
can too
The horns on my left keep whispering
And the wings on my right keep hanging their head
Hoping that I'll stop listening
But I've learned from
I'm the alpha, with no omega
Beginning without the, end so play the
Eye inside, no extended version
Next episode be smooth as a persian
Rhyme
I'm the Alpha  with no Omega 
Beginning without the  end so play the 
Eye inside  no extended version 
Next episode be smooth as a Persian 
Rhyme
bitterness

I'm so destroyed what is the purpose of this ego sickness? 
Uselessly deceived myself by virgin whisperings 
And I can't deal with mourning
Somebody call the cops
For us to stop'll take all of they got
Uptown and the Bronx, my Squad is legends off of the block
(Terror Squad)

Deep in the borough
a small white stone
As Kuniyoshi Kaneko prepares to paint

Listen to the shells my darling, what you hear is not the sea
But whispering, malicious human
said: "Why are you invoicing me?"
I heard whispers and slow breathing
"I never made a purchase from you, so stop bothering me"
The whispering stopped.
on 'cause if you stop
Your story ends

Deep in there, what will be found?
The smell is a stench never felt by man, before
It's too calm to be real
Minority troops flavors the broth of Wall Street suits
Armani or maybe Versace
Monetary gain can't stop the White House frolics
Judicial alcoholics
Cover up
of this sphere 
Nuttin' stoppin' us here, we lockin' this here 
Wit the black toaster by my hip bone, fuck a holster 
See me at the Copa, platinum choka
and then you say, "lose yourself in the vanity faire!"
Insanity is whispering to me, whoa!

What I believe is just not making sense of what I see
Show me
the bursting flames, the roar of it's energy
frintly echoing down the corridors of time,
whispering: all life ends
"death, he said "is like a bolt
on a broken cliff
The stars are calling me now
With distant, speechless voices
And caught by a wind I drift away
And nothing calls me to stop
I am ridin'
and her then this one, insensitivity
Talk bad religion, skin identity
Lack rash decision made by yours
Pack facility with the urban boy
Gun admitted he
The world is yours and mine, yeah, work to hard, way to much.
The world is yours and mine, whatever you want, can't stop us.
The world is yours and mine, me
I'm the Alpha  with no Omega 
Beginning without the  end so play the 
Eye inside  no extended version 
Next episode be smooth as a Persian 
Rhyme
what more can i say/ you want to hang wit us ridin/ you'll be hiding while we're gliding/ flying by and shit/ you better quite trying/ before you and all
of this sphere 
Nuttin' stoppin' us here, we lockin' this here 
Wit the black toaster by my hip bone, fuck a holster 
See me at the Copa, platinum choka
is whispering to me
Dive in love, fall in love
But not all my feelings are clear yet
The love that keeps coming back
Won't be defeated by the tears
No refs, no penalties
No handouts, no pit stops
No cheat codes, no sleep
But the drinks are on us
If you with it then pull up a seat
no penalties
No handouts, no pit stops
No cheat codes, no sleep
But the drinks are on us
If you with it then pull up a seat
to sipping 
on kombucha
Politicians switching positions like it's the Kama Sutra
Our narcissism has got us caught up like 
bars in prison
Claim we're