The Bends Where do we go from here The words are coming out all weird Where are you now, when I need you Alone on an aeroplane Fall asleep on against the window pane My blood will thicken I need to wash myself again to hide all the dirt and pain Cos I'd be scared that there's nothing underneath But who are my real friends Have they all got the bends Am I really sinking this low My baby's got the bends, oh no We don't have any real friends, no, no, no Just lying in the bar with my drip feed on Talking to my girlfriend, waiting for something to happen I wish it was the sixties, I wish I could be happy I wish, I wish, I wish that something would happen Where do we go from here The planet is a gunboat in a sea of fear And where are you They brought in the CIA, the tanks and the whole marines, To blow me away, to blow me sky high My baby's got the bends We don't have any real friends Just lying in the bar with my drip feed on Talking to my girlfriend, waiting for something to happen I wish it was the sixties, I wish I could be happy I wish, I wish, I wish that something would happen I wanna live, breathe I wanna be part of the human race I wanna live, breathe I wanna be part of the human race, race, race, race Where do we go from here The words are coming out all weird Where are you now when I need you

Originally Released: March 1995 Found on: The Bends This track was intially introduced as being about "knowing who your real friends are and when they're going to come to your gigs." Thom soon simplified this to "knowing who your friends are." The song reflects Radiohead sense of humor; it contains many ridiculous lines about the CIA and the Marines. Of the opening, Thom says, "The sound at the beginning comes from this caterwauling mayhem outside this hotel in the States. There was this guy training these eight-year-old kids, who were parading up and down with all these differents instruments. The guy had this little microphone on his sweater and was going: 'Yeah, keep it up, keep it up.' So I ran out and taped it."

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