lyrics

I get home from work and you're still standing in your dressing gown
Well what am I to do?
I know all the things around your head and what they do to you
What are we coming to?
What are we gonna do?

Blame it on the black star
Blame it on the falling sky
Blame it on the satellite
That beams me home

Troubled words of a troubled mind
I try to understand what is eating you
I try to stay awake but it's 58 hours since that I last slept with you
What are we coming to?
I just don't know anymore

Blame it on the black star
Blame it on the falling sky
Blame it on the satellite
That beams me home

I get on the train and I just stand about now that I don't think of you
I keep falling over I keep passing out when I see a face like you
What am i coming to?
I'm gonna melt down

Blame it on the black star
Blame it on the falling sky
Blame it on the satellite
That beams me home

BLACK STAR (4:07)
available on: the bends

notes: phil: "bit of a watershed during first RAK-sessions - recorded in an afternoon, it got our creative juices flowing again". ed: "this was recorded when john [leckie] was away for a day - we rehearsed the song for about an hour then recorded it". jonny: "this was done when john leckie was at a wedding - there was a real 'teachers-away' larkiness to that day, hence the ace raggedness of the playing". colin: "wow! fave 'heavy' rock number". thom: "if harry niellson were alive today we'd beg him to sing this. he was dead however, so i had to bloody do it. sober"



Radiohead webcast

Latest Radioheadlines

Search Radiohead At Ease


Radiohead Message Board