Faith, you're driving me away You do it every day You don't mean it But it hurts like hell My brain says I'm receiving pain A lack of oxygen From my life support My iron lung We're too young to fall asleep Too cynical to speak We are losing it Can't you tell? We scratch our eternal itch A twentieth century bitch And we are grateful for Our iron lung The headshrinkers, they want everything My uncle Bill, my Belisha beacon The headshrinkers, they want everything My uncle Bill, my Belisha beacon Suck, suck your teenage thumb Toilet trained and dumb When the power runs out We'll just hum This, this is our new song Just like the last one A total waste of time My iron lung The headshrinkers, they want everything My uncle Bill, my Belisha beacon The headshrinkers, they want everything My uncle Bill, my Belisha beacon And if you're frightened You can be frightened You can be, it's OK And if you're frightened You can be frightened You can be, it's OK The headshrinkers, they want everything My uncle Bill, my Belisha beacon
Oh, that tour is legendary for being so terrible for them, there's is the staff guy that guided them through mexico and they recorded this at his house, just after they almost died in an airplane. That interview is here on youtube
@@JM-tf4nk Its Jonny Greenwoods Tele plus (I think 1995 model), just using the single lace sensor blue pickup. It can be on the MTV acoustic version here: ruclips.net/video/X7GZybBdYbA/видео.html
@@itsssfriiidayyy Verse G 3X0033 Cm X3X54X Break C#m6 X4X3XX Cm6 X3X2XX headshrinkers Gm7 3X033X E/Bbm7 02033X C#m6 X4X3XX Cm6 X3X2XX if you are frightened Bb C Db 6X87XX 8X109XX 9X1110XX 8X109XX
Faith, you're driving me away You do it everyday You don't mean it But it hurts like hell My brain says I'm receiving pain A lack of oxygen From my life support My iron lung We're too young to fall asleep Too cynical to speak We are losing it Can't you tell The scratch Our eternal itch A twentieth century bitch And we are grateful for Our iron lung The head shrinkers They want everything My uncle Bill My Belisha beacon The head shrinkers They want everything My uncle Bill My Belisha beacon Suck, suck your teenage thumb Toilet-trained and dumb When the power runs out We'll just hum This, this is our new song Just like the last one A total waste of time My iron lung The head shrinkers They want everything My uncle Bill My Belisha beacon The head shrinkers They want everything My uncle Bill My Belisha beacon And if you're frightened You can be frightened You can be, it's okay And if you're frightened You can be frightened You can be, it's okay The head shrinkers They want everything My uncle Bill My Belisha beacon The head shrinkers They want everything My uncle Bill My Belisha beacon
Faith, you're driving me away
You do it every day
You don't mean it
But it hurts like hell
My brain says I'm receiving pain
A lack of oxygen
From my life support
My iron lung
We're too young to fall asleep
Too cynical to speak
We are losing it
Can't you tell?
We scratch our eternal itch
A twentieth century bitch
And we are grateful for
Our iron lung
The headshrinkers, they want everything
My uncle Bill, my Belisha beacon
The headshrinkers, they want everything
My uncle Bill, my Belisha beacon
Suck, suck your teenage thumb
Toilet trained and dumb
When the power runs out
We'll just hum
This, this is our new song
Just like the last one
A total waste of time
My iron lung
The headshrinkers, they want everything
My uncle Bill, my Belisha beacon
The headshrinkers, they want everything
My uncle Bill, my Belisha beacon
And if you're frightened
You can be frightened
You can be, it's OK
And if you're frightened
You can be frightened
You can be, it's OK
The headshrinkers, they want everything
My uncle Bill, my Belisha beacon
Incredible version. I think I found my new best acoustic-radiohead-version-so-different-but-so-nice!!
If I'm not mistaking.. This was recorded on their first tour in Mexico, 1994
So is my dear friend
Oh, that tour is legendary for being so terrible for them, there's is the staff guy that guided them through mexico and they recorded this at his house, just after they almost died in an airplane. That interview is here on youtube
@@LuisFlores-xr5bu Yeah on Vice Español
it is right
This is the best version! :)
Thanks for uploading. I always appreciate when you can get a hold of these rarities.
Beatifull !!
Awesome
I think part the device,an iron lung, and part a yell from some authority figure, like a parent.
What amazing quality. Not like the other uploads.
this makes me think of the outsiders idk it just gives me those vibes lol
A body that allows itself to be melancholic feels no pain.
About the rheumatism of the 30s
i like this version better
Woooooww
Dar-se o nome boa música! 😉
"Acoustic"
Begins with an electric guitar, lol.
(Is that a strat? Anyone know?)
Sounds like a telecaster to me
@@JM-tf4nk Its Jonny Greenwoods Tele plus (I think 1995 model), just using the single lace sensor blue pickup. It can be on the MTV acoustic version here: ruclips.net/video/X7GZybBdYbA/видео.html
It’s Johnnys tele
Jonny only owns 1 electric guitar. I know crazy.
Could you please send me the mp3?
do you still need it
@@awantht695 I do, pls
@@kreyssigmcfly4957 give me your email
@@awantht695 deadthekid76@gmail.com
@@kreyssigmcfly4957 sent
Where can I get that background cover?
The colors are inverted, as well.
Corey Lynch
Buy the CD for the bends
Where exactly is this from? Description is pretty vague.
I found it: Title: My Iron Lung (Unknown)
Album: Thom And Jonny Sessions
Date: 1994
Dear Prudence, won't you come out tonight?
@@camusafterworld306 The Siouxsie & the Banshees version might help you see the correlation .
chords?
pablo burgos the verses are G and Cm
How about the intro?, just the same as the verse?
@@itsssfriiidayyy Verse
G 3X0033
Cm X3X54X
Break
C#m6 X4X3XX
Cm6 X3X2XX
headshrinkers
Gm7 3X033X
E/Bbm7 02033X
C#m6 X4X3XX
Cm6 X3X2XX
if you are frightened
Bb C Db
6X87XX
8X109XX
9X1110XX
8X109XX
@@Mrthomxx thx
There's something wrong with this song that stops at 21 seconds every time
Faith, you're driving me away
You do it everyday
You don't mean it
But it hurts like hell
My brain says I'm receiving pain
A lack of oxygen
From my life support
My iron lung
We're too young to fall asleep
Too cynical to speak
We are losing it
Can't you tell
The scratch
Our eternal itch
A twentieth century bitch
And we are grateful for
Our iron lung
The head shrinkers
They want everything
My uncle Bill
My Belisha beacon
The head shrinkers
They want everything
My uncle Bill
My Belisha beacon
Suck, suck your teenage thumb
Toilet-trained and dumb
When the power runs out
We'll just hum
This, this is our new song
Just like the last one
A total waste of time
My iron lung
The head shrinkers
They want everything
My uncle Bill
My Belisha beacon
The head shrinkers
They want everything
My uncle Bill
My Belisha beacon
And if you're frightened
You can be frightened
You can be, it's okay
And if you're frightened
You can be frightened
You can be, it's okay
The head shrinkers
They want everything
My uncle Bill
My Belisha beacon
The head shrinkers
They want everything
My uncle Bill
My Belisha beacon