早上睡了两节课心情好飞了

我现在才看staged是不是有点落后好兆头姐一万年了

才看了四分钟小编已经掩鼻而出：我擦，男同性恋

我操笑得大叫

躺在床上缓缓吸入一袋巧克力奶，，突然感觉活得和猪没啥区别

我操麦克辛比我妈还小一岁，我释然了，长得显老不是错

一股，，一股一股一股高中女生气息，说的正是麦克辛

华纳不如倒闭了

看神职人员平安夜笑得胃好痛

姐们我希望你知道我讨厌你真的是有原因的，不是因为你骂我婊子而是

而是你究竟在放他妈什么屁啊

>>Po.850242
艺术

公民凯恩还是波斯语课1 (1~2)

Thom is an ambassador for the charity, who recently asked him to meet Prime Minister Tony Blair to discuss climate change. For the Radiohead singer deciding whether or not to attend the meeting was one of the hardest decisions he’d ever had to make.
卧槽

And for all this wilful experimentation, their fans simply love them more. Want proof? Just ask Kele and Russell from Bloc Party. Or Chris Martin. Or Matt Bellamy. Or Mystery Jets. Or Liam Gallagher. OK, so maybe not Liam Gallagher, but you get the picture.
笑得要死

Later, Thom only half jokes that Jonny spent the last year and a half “reading manuals”, building the kind of otherworldly contraptions more likely to be seen in science fiction movies.
技术宅袭来

我操我下巴都要掉了柯爱怎么也翻唱过亏铺，i mean, courtney love?!

Okay I’m going to say it and all of Britain will hate my guts, but Radiohead! Fuck ’em for not bailing us out of this bullshit. OK, Thom, yes, yes, we admit it. We wrote off ‘Creep’ as a pretty good song in the wake of Nirvana, yes we did it, we did it, we all did it. We didn’t rate you for the genius you are. We are at fault! We didn’t recognise your genius until it was too late but do you have to make us feel your pain? Can I show you the shit people say about me every day? Why? Why promise me salvation with ‘The Bends’? Why promise me salvation with ‘OK Computer’ and then leave me? Leave me and my entire generation and, even worse, the generation underneath me with a fucking single-note Moog? ‘Kid A’ was number one in this country ‘cos a bunch of little kids heard their older brothers and sisters saying ‘Bizkit?’s wack, Radiohead rules” and so they ran out and bought ‘Kid A’ and now they will never trust us again. How could you take one of the greatest guitarists in the history of rock’n’roll and not let him play? Fine, you satisfied yourself and you left us with Fred. Thanks. Thanks, buddy. I know those nice musty rooms in Oxford have really cool 16th-century books that American trash like me couldn’t dream of understanding but could you write a fucking rock song that slays me? Yorke, you must come through for us, I’m begging you, I’m on my knees, please, please, please!
我操笑得浑身难受真的老公你在胡言乱语什么

They've been called "a lily-livered excuse for a rock band," which makes them rather proud. It's their way of getting away from "all the ugly male sleazy semen-smelling rock bullshit," as Thom puts it. Other bands throw up in their tour bus. Radiohead play bridge.

Yorke didn't: he thought it was irresponsible; that we were somehow suggesting that the logical extension of, and final solution to, his downcast worldview was to take his own life; that we were taking a sort of perverse delight in it all, almost encouraging him to absent himself forever because we thought it would be cool. Because, in rock'n'roll, there is nothing cooler than a premature death, especially when it's at the hands of the person dying.