A Mother Lode

and now the clown jumps off the ladder a shallow pool but it doesn't matter the way it goes, the way it goes he's falling through the barriers and hedgerows a hollow man, hollow hand puppet where's the applause when you need it? baseball bats, somersaults, and backflips oh, how I wish some things would be different a mother lode, a mother lode a hollow man, hollow hand puppet I'm a clown you don't wanna know me the knife behind the curtain the truth is ordinary you can't see your way out of this one he makes a joke, but nobody listens at least he does not know it the last of all his courage press the button for a free ticket here he goes, hits the ground running A Mother Lode, by Thom Yorke and Nigel Godrich, originally from the album Tomorrow's Modern Boxes All instruments, vocals, and production by Finlay Stafford