"There's an empty space inside my heart where the weeds take root..."

"When we realise we're all gonna die, then we're out of here. We're just skirting on the surface. We have already clicked our fingers and disappear. We are just skirting on the surface.

Dull eyes trying to pull you through the ice. Being drawn to the ledge.
When we realise that once we're broken nothing mends. We're just skirting on the surface.

Then we realise we're only held in suspension, til someone comes along and shakes us.
And as the pattern lights cross their figures like a web. Will we die upon the surface?

Dull eyes trying to pull you through the ice. Being drawn to the ledge.
When were realise that once we're broken nothing mends. We're just skirting on the surface."

Photos by 911 Mary

Thom Yorke - Lotus flower (live in Los Angeles)

Thom Yorke - Skirting on the surface (live in Los Angeles)

Thom Yorke - Super collider (live in Los Angeles)

Thom Yorke - Open the flood gates (live in Los Angeles)

Thom Yorke - Judge, jury, executioner (live in Los Angeles)

“We were misquoted. We will be making an album! We love the artwork; that’s really important, the physicality.
We’re going into the studio in winter. It’s always miserable! Are we at the whim of the seasons? We are! When you’re in a studio in the countryside, the music you make is definitely affected by what season it is.”
Ed O'Brien

On repeat

Follow their traces