tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24825355577207463992024-03-05T00:41:58.540-08:00R.E.M. Songs Lyrics ArchivesHermanuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01185745296327338629noreply@blogger.comBlogger195125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2482535557720746399.post-15852603096537137152008-07-14T03:09:00.000-07:002010-07-25T04:42:39.677-07:00R.E.M.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5T8MizRr6aOKybZ3V32ou_e5zMDdHwKSmQMvFNguyP5bj2sO4NadNTgV_XE3a4INPOp4qD1YYuWe6KnvsDYG0yw9yvj2nzEe5JA5tlet_Ip8jkWmP9EhgThsouo8WNxdHCa5O-jTw-mY/s1600-h/r.e.m.bgimage.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 433px; height: 326px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5T8MizRr6aOKybZ3V32ou_e5zMDdHwKSmQMvFNguyP5bj2sO4NadNTgV_XE3a4INPOp4qD1YYuWe6KnvsDYG0yw9yvj2nzEe5JA5tlet_Ip8jkWmP9EhgThsouo8WNxdHCa5O-jTw-mY/s400/r.e.m.bgimage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222811940927323154" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">R.E.M.</span> is an American rock band formed in Athens, Georgia, in 1980 by <span style="font-weight: bold;">Michael Stipe</span> (lead vocals), <span style="font-weight: bold;">Peter Buck</span> (guitar), <span style="font-weight: bold;">Mike Mills</span> (bass guitar), and <span style="font-weight: bold;">Bill Berry</span> (drums and percussion). R.E.M. was one of the first popular alternative rock bands, and gained early attention due to Buck's ringing, arpeggiated guitar style and Stipe's unclear vocals. R.E.M. released its first single, "Radio Free Europe", in 1981 on the independent record label Hib-Tone. The single was followed by the Chronic Town EP in 1982, the band's first release on I.R.S. Records. In 1983, the band released its critically acclaimed debut album Murmur, and built its reputation over the next few years through subsequent releases, constant touring, and the support of college radio. Following years of underground success, R.E.M. entered the mainstream in 1987 with the hit song "The One I Love". The group signed to Warner Bros. Records in 1988, and began to espouse political and environmental concerns while playing large arenas worldwide.<br /><br />By the early 1990s, when alternative rock began to experience broad mainstream success, R.E.M. was viewed as a pioneer of the genre and released its two most commercially successful albums, Out of Time (1991) and Automatic for the People (1992), which veered from the band's established sound. R.E.M.'s 1994 Monster was a return to a more rock-oriented sound. The band began its first tour in six years to support the album; the tour was marred by medical emergencies suffered by three band members. In 1996, R.E.M. re-signed with Warner Bros. for a reported US$80 million, at the time the most expensive recording contract in history. The following year, Bill Berry left the band amicably, with Buck, Mills, and Stipe continuing as a three-piece. Through some changes in musical style, the band continued its career into the next decade with mixed critical and commercial success. In 2007, the band was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. Their latest album is Accelerate (April 1, 2008).<br /><br /><a href="http://remsonglyrics.blogspot.com/2008/07/rem-members-brief-biography.html">Band Personnel Bio</a><br /><a href="http://remsonglyrics.blogspot.com/2008/06/rem-song-lyrics.html">Discography and Songs Lyrics Collection</a>Hermanuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01185745296327338629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2482535557720746399.post-33071242565017116332008-07-13T05:27:00.000-07:002010-07-25T04:44:59.920-07:00R.E.M. Personnel Short Biography<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm1HjM4gYJWYguKYGNC4INrhv9rs4k32fEkboT3eAEYartfpDq2C1deOq5rACLiGrqgy6YBaF_mTReMXQKCzArCuYj2rCGjdpcvyqYF3WQn2P5Pwpfwc-s_29YNmUQBkWwdW3Kw-rdwhk/s1600-h/378px-Michael_Stipe_at_Glastonbury.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm1HjM4gYJWYguKYGNC4INrhv9rs4k32fEkboT3eAEYartfpDq2C1deOq5rACLiGrqgy6YBaF_mTReMXQKCzArCuYj2rCGjdpcvyqYF3WQn2P5Pwpfwc-s_29YNmUQBkWwdW3Kw-rdwhk/s400/378px-Michael_Stipe_at_Glastonbury.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222476824795612610" border="0" /></a><br /></div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">John Michael Stipe </span></b><div><br /></div><div>Born on January 4, 1960 in Decatur, Georgia, Stipe is R.E.M. lead vocalist. Stipe has become well known (and occasionally parodied) for the "mumbling" style of his early career and for his complex, surreal lyrics, as well as his social and political activism. Stipe is in charge of the band's visual image, often selecting album artwork and directing many of the band's music videos. Stipe's work extends outside of the music industry, and he runs his own film production companies, C-00 and Single Cell Pictures.<br /><br />Stipe's role in the songwriting process for R.E.M. is to write lyrics and devise melodies. While each member is given an equal vote in the songwriting process, Peter Buck has conceded that Stipe, as the band's lyricist, can rarely be persuaded to follow an idea he does not favor. Stipe sings in "wailing, keening, arching vocal figures" that R.E.M. biographer David Buckley compared to Celtic folk artists and Muslim muezzin. Stipe often harmonizes with Mills in songs; in the chorus for "Stand," Mills and Stipe alternate singing lyrics, creating a dialogue. Early articles about the band focused on Stipe's singing style (described as "mumbling" by The Washington Post), which often rendered his lyrics indecipherable. Stipe commented in 1984, "It's just the way I sing. If I tried to control it, it would be pretty false." Producer Joe Boyd convinced Stipe to begin singing more clearly during the recording of Fables of the Reconstruction.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Peter Lawrence Buck</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> </span></div><div><br /></div><div>(born December 6, 1956 in Berkeley, California) is the guitarist and founder, along with Bill Berry, Mike Mills, and Michael Stipe. He is the oldest member of the band.<br /><br />Buck's style of guitar playing is simple and yet distinctive. He makes wide use of open strings while chording to create chiming and memorable pop melodies. His sound, especially on mid-period R.E.M. albums that saw the band break through to international popularity, has been associated with Rickenbacker guitars, particularly a black model 360. However, he has also used a wide variety of other instruments as the group has continued to experiment and develop. On some more recent R.E.M. releases prior to 2008's Accelerate, the guitar has been noticeably less prominent, something which to a certain extent may be referable to the band's occasional increased use of synthesizers, strings and other atmospherics.<br /><br />Buck has contributed liner notes to a number of compilations, reissues, and special editions, both of R.E.M.'s own material (the best-of compilations Eponymous and In Time, the rarities, B-sides and out-takes collection Dead Letter Office and the special edition of New Adventures in Hi-Fi) and of other artists' work (such as the Beach Boys' Love You).<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Michael Edward Mills</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> </span></div><div><br /></div><div>(born December 17, 1958 in Orange County, California) is the bass player of R.E.M. Though known primarily as a bassist, piano player and background singer, his musical repertoire includes many other keyboard, guitar, string, wind and percussion instruments. He also contributes to much of the band's songwriting.<br /><br />Mills is responsible for the songwriting of some of R.E.M.'s songs, including "Find the River", "At My Most Beautiful", "Why Not Smile", "Let Me In", "Wendell Gee", "(Don't Go Back To) Rockville", "Beat a Drum", "Be Mine" and "What's The Frequency, Kenneth?". In addition to providing backing melodies, he has also sung lead vocals on "Texarkana", "Near Wild Heaven", The Clique cover "Superman" and The Troggs cover, "Love Is All Around". R.E.M.'s 2004 album Around the Sun was heavily shaped by Mills' piano and keyboard parts, and he had many prominent vocal parts on the 2008 album Accelerate.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">William "Bill" Thomas Berry</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> </span></div><div><br /></div><div>(born July 31, 1958) is a multi-instrumentalist, best known as the drummer in R.E.M. for 17 years, before retiring from the group and becoming a farmer. Apart from his drumming duties, he played many other instruments including acoustic guitar, bass guitar and piano. After his retirement from the band he has maintained a low profile, making sporadic reunions with R.E.M. and appearing on other artists' records.<br /><br />In addition to his duties as a drummer, Berry contributed occasional guitar, bass, vocals, keyboards, and piano on studio tracks. In concert, he sometimes performed on bass, and supplied regular backing vocals. Berry also made notable songwriting contributions, particularly for "Everybody Hurts" and "Man on the Moon", both from Automatic for the<br />People. Other Berry songs included "Perfect Circle", "Driver 8", "Cant Get There from Here" and "I Took Your Name". Fittingly, the song "Leave" from R.E.M.'s 1996 album New Adventures in Hi-Fi was also written by Berry, which was his last album with the band.<br /><br />Berry was also responsible for toning down the lyrics of the song "Welcome to the Occupation." Stipe's original lyric was "Hang your freedom fighter" which, given the Reagan administration's active support for the contra "freedom fighters" in Nicaragua, sounded very violent and militant. Berry's objection led the line to be changed to "hang your freedom higher." During 1984 Berry also was drummer for the impromptu Hindu Love Gods, which featured his R.E.M. bandmates Mike Mills and Peter Buck and rocker Warren Zevon<br /><br />Berry thus left the music business and became a farmer, working on his hay farm near Watkinsville, Georgia.</div>Hermanuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01185745296327338629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2482535557720746399.post-45412257388786306612008-06-27T23:49:00.000-07:002010-07-25T04:46:06.240-07:00R.E.M. Discography List and Songs Lyrics<span style="font-weight: bold;">Find R.E.M. song lyrics by clicking on album name contained the song:</span><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://remsonglyrics.blogspot.com/2008/06/murmur-1983.html">Murmur (1983)</a><br /><br /><a href="http://remsonglyrics.blogspot.com/2008/06/reckoning-1984.html">Reckoning (1984)</a><br /><br /><a href="http://remsonglyrics.blogspot.com/2008/06/fables-of-reconstruction-1985.html">Fables of the Reconstruction (1985)</a><br /><br /><a href="http://remsonglyrics.blogspot.com/2008/06/lifes-rich-pageant-1986.html">Lifes Rich Pageant (1986)<br /></a><br /><a href="http://remsonglyrics.blogspot.com/2008/06/document-1987.html">Document (1987)<br /></a><br /><a href="http://remsonglyrics.blogspot.com/2008/06/green-1988.html">Green (1988)</a><br /><br /><a href="http://remsonglyrics.blogspot.com/2008/06/out-of-time-1991.html">Out of Time (1991)</a><br /><br /><a href="http://remsonglyrics.blogspot.com/2008/06/automatic-for-people-1992.html">Automatic for the People (1992)</a><br /><br /><a href="http://remsonglyrics.blogspot.com/2008/06/monster-1994.html">Monster (1994)</a><br /><br /><a href="http://remsonglyrics.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-adventuresin-hi-fi-1996.html">New Adventures in Hi-Fi (1996)</a><br /><br /><a href="http://remsonglyrics.blogspot.com/2008/06/up-1998.html">Up (1998)</a><br /><br /><a href="http://remsonglyrics.blogspot.com/2008/06/reveal-2001.html">Reveal (2001)</a><br /><br /><a href="http://remsonglyrics.blogspot.com/2008/06/around-sun-2004.html">Around the Sun (2004)</a><br /><br /><a href="http://remsonglyrics.blogspot.com/2008/06/accelerate-2008.html">Accelerate (2008)</a>Hermanuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01185745296327338629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2482535557720746399.post-69978739595423294542008-06-27T22:45:00.002-07:002008-06-27T22:46:24.510-07:00Beachball<p>Tonight's alive<br />The beach ball's set to fly<br />Those well tequila'd guys<br />Who smile at strangers.</p> <p>A' tes souhaits<br />A' tes amours chéri<br />You give a little squeeze<br />And dance the rhu-rhu-rhu-rhumba</p> <p>This life is sweet<br />You're dancing in the street<br />Who knows who you might meet?<br />You'll do find.</p> <p>The little weekend's here<br />Thursday has an ear<br />The coffee klatch career<br />She talks to strangers</p> <p>And kissing by the sea<br />Particular to me<br />'ti punch, mojito, sling and<br />Dance the rhu-rhu-rhu-rhumba</p> <p>This life is sweet<br />You're dancing in the street<br />Who knows who you might meet?<br />You'll do find.</p> <p>We flash the seaside sky<br />With starfishe butterflies<br />To cast a spell<br />And welcome locals and welcome locals, Weekenders and strangers.</p> <p>You'll do fine.<br />You'll do fine.<br />You'll do fine.</p> <p class="pt8" align="justify"><i>(Lyrics are copyright R.E.M. unless otherwise stated as a cover version, in which case copyright is owned by that artist.)</i></p>Hermanuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01185745296327338629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2482535557720746399.post-42260872385742891382008-06-27T22:45:00.001-07:002008-06-27T22:45:35.339-07:00I'll Take The Rain<p>The rain came down<br />The rain came down<br />The rain came down on me.<br />The wind blew strong<br />The summer's song<br />Fades to memory.</p> <p>I knew you when<br />I loved you then<br />The summer's yawn, now hopeless.<br />You laid me bare<br />You marked me there<br />The promises we made.</p> <p>I used to think, as birds take wing,<br />They sing through life, so why can't we?<br />We cling to this, and claim the best<br />If this is what you're offering<br />I'll take the rain, I'll take the rain.</p> <p>The nighttime creases<br />Summer schemes<br />And stretches out to stay.<br />The sun shines down<br />You came around<br />You loved the easy days.</p> <p>But now the sun,<br />The winter's come.<br />I wanted just to say<br />That if I hold<br />I'd hoped you'd fold And open up inside, inside of me.</p> <p>I used to think<br />As birds take wing<br />They sing through life, so why can't we?<br />We cling to this, and claim the best<br />If this is what you're offering<br />I'll take the rain, I'll take the rain, I'll take the rain.</p> <p>This winter's song<br />I'll sing along<br />I've searched its still refrain<br />I'll walk alone<br />If given this,<br />Take wing, and celebrate the rain.</p> <p>I used to think<br />As birds take wing<br />They sing through life, so why can't we?<br />We cling to this, and claim the best<br />If this is what you're offering<br />I'll take the rain, I'll take the rain, I'll take the rain.</p> <p class="pt8" align="justify"><i>(Lyrics are copyright R.E.M. unless otherwise stated as a cover version, in which case copyright is owned by that artist.)</i></p>Hermanuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01185745296327338629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2482535557720746399.post-23693971248063028502008-06-27T22:41:00.000-07:002008-06-27T22:47:14.056-07:00Chorus And The Ring<p>Hey there now young Wholly, sing along<br />Quote the scriptures, keep them guessing<br />Which pit you crawled from.<br />Just defy it, just deny it, was it fun?<br />Your time has come-<br />What have you done? What have you done?</p> <p>That's when the insults start to sting<br />You can't remember anything<br />The chorus chime in, the Greek chorus,<br />The machine of god singing.</p> <p>It's the poison that it measures brings illuminating vision<br />It's the knowing with a wink that we expect in Southern women<br />It's the wolf that knows which root to dig to save itself<br />It's the octopus that crawled back to the sea.</p> <p>That's when the insults start to sting<br />You can't remember anything<br />The chorus chime in, the Greek chorus,<br />The machine of god ring!</p> <p>Hey.....</p> <p>Hammered shooting plywood in the backyard<br />Laughing 'cause the racket makes the blackbirds sing<br />Write the holy terror, suck the marrow from the bone - singe<br />Your own wings burning books, you got the chorus and the ring</p> <p>That's when the insults start to sting<br />You can't remember anything<br />The chorus chime in, the Greek chorus<br />The machine sings.</p> <p>That's when the insults start to ring<br />You can't remember anything<br />The chorus chime in the Greek chorus<br />The machine sings.</p> <p>That's when the calibration brittle as a stick gets you the gold ring<br />And the tar museum Che Guevera wink, gold ring.<br />Gold ring.</p> <p>Sing, sing, sing, sing.</p> <p class="pt8" align="justify"><i>(Lyrics are copyright R.E.M. unless otherwise stated as a cover version, in which case copyright is owned by that artist.)</i></p>Hermanuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01185745296327338629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2482535557720746399.post-9406970825640838262008-06-27T22:40:00.000-07:002008-06-27T22:41:00.114-07:00Summer Turns To High<p>Mercury is rising still<br />Turn the fan on high<br />I won't step on my own shadow<br />No one wants to cry</p> <p>Someone put a pox on me<br />I'll spit in their eyes</p> <p>Summer turns to high</p> <p>With my bed-sheet cape and sandals<br />Circle citronella candles<br />Summer's here, the light is raising hopes and dragonflies.</p> <p>If those hopes are overshadowed by cotton candy, caramel apple</p> <p>Summer turns to high<br />Summer turns to high<br />Summer turns to high<br />Summer high</p> <p>After wine and nectarines<br />The fireflies and time<br />Move like syrup through the evening with the sweet resign</p> <p>I won't pine for what could have been-<br />I'm preoccupied</p> <p>Summer turns to high<br />Summer turns to high<br />Summer turns to high<br />Summer high</p> <p class="pt8" align="justify"><i>(Lyrics are copyright R.E.M. unless otherwise stated as a cover version, in which case copyright is owned by that artist.)</i></p>Hermanuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01185745296327338629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2482535557720746399.post-19480394989863505882008-06-27T22:12:00.001-07:002008-07-15T04:11:38.250-07:00Imitation Of Life<p>Charades, pop skill<br />Water hyacinth, named by a poet<br />Imitation of life.<br />Like a koi in a frozen pond.<br />Like a goldfish in a bowl.<br />I don't want to hear you cry.</p> <p>Thats sugarcane that tasted good.<br />Thats cinnamon, thats Hollywood.<br />C'mon, c'mon no one can see you try.</p> <p>You want the greatest thing<br />The greatest thing since bread came sliced.<br />You've got it all, you've got it sized.<br />Like a Friday fashion show teenager<br />Freezing in the corner<br />Trying to look like you don't try.</p> <p>Thats sugarcane that tasted good.<br />Thats cinnamon, thats Hollywood.<br />C'mon, c'mon no one can see you try.</p> <p>No one can see you cry.</p> <p>That sugar cane that tasted good.<br />That freezing rain, that's what you could.<br />C'mon, c'mon on no one can see you cry.</p> <p>This sugarcane<br />This lemonade<br />This hurricane, I'm not afraid.<br />C'mon, c'mon no one can see you cry.</p> <p>This lightning storm<br />This tidal wave<br />This avalanche, I'm not afraid.<br />C'mon, c'mon no one can see me cry.</p> <p>That sugar cane that tasted good.<br />That's who you are, that's what you could.<br />C'mon, c'mon on no one can see you cry.</p> <p>That sugar cane that tasted good.<br />That's who you are, that's what you could.<br />C'mon, c'mon on no one can see you cry.</p> <p class="pt8" align="justify"><i>(Lyrics are copyright R.E.M. unless otherwise stated as a cover version, in which case copyright is owned by that artist.)</i></p><br /><br /><center><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CEhT2QlRBMo&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CEhT2QlRBMo&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></center><br /><p>Hermanuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01185745296327338629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2482535557720746399.post-10279425377174239622008-06-27T22:11:00.001-07:002008-06-27T22:11:54.661-07:00Beat A Drum<p>The sun reflected in the back of my eye.<br />I knocked my head against the sky.</p> <p>The dragonflies are busy buzzing me.<br />A seahorse as if we were in the sea.</p> <p>Halfway from coal, halfway to diamond.<br />My fall knocked a mean chip out of me.</p> <p>I'm gathering as far as I can reach.<br />We're perched up on a precipice<br />And this is what I've seen.</p> <p>This is all I want, it's all I need.<br />This is all I am, it's everything.<br /></p><p>This is all I want, it's all I need.</p> <p>A bluejay hectors from the felled Catalpa tree.<br />A doctorate in science and a theologian's dream.</p> <p>The dragonflies are trying to lecture me.<br />The seahorses if we were in the sea.</p> <p>This is all I want, it's all I need.<br />This is all I am, it's everything.<br /></p><p>This is all I want, it's all I need.</p> <p>Beat a drum for me, like a butterfly wing.<br />Tropical storm across the ocean.</p> <p>Don't explain, I'm sure I'll want to know<br />Don't forget, we're just halfway from coal.</p> <p>This is all I want, it's all I need.<br />This is all I am, it's everything.<br /></p><p>This is all I want, it's all I need.</p> <p class="pt8" align="justify"><i>(Lyrics are copyright R.E.M. unless otherwise stated as a cover version, in which case copyright is owned by that artist.)</i></p>Hermanuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01185745296327338629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2482535557720746399.post-80034309410029096222008-06-27T22:10:00.000-07:002008-06-27T22:11:08.147-07:00Saturn Return<p>Easy to poke yourself square in the eye<br />Harder to like yourself, harder to try</p> <p>These Elvis poses, postcards and neopryn<br />Roses a dollar a stem<br />Everyone's sleeping or pulling a long haul,<br />The keys in the cooler it's 3 A.M.</p> <p>And saturn is beckoning no-one<br />Is off on it's own<br />Is offering up.</p> <p>Late shift convenience store<br />Cut out the lights<br />Telescope roof towards the<br />Northwestern sky<br />You pulled the ladder up<br />No one's the wiser<br />You find your sights and discover</p> <p>That Saturn is orbiting nothing<br />It's off on its own<br />It's breaking from home.</p> <p>Harder to look yourself square in the eye<br />Easy to take off.</p> <p>You found the ladder in the pattern of your wrist<br />You've seen and you've marked horizions<br />Mother was difficult, she made you cry<br />Cover the mirror, look to the sky</p> <p>You climb into your rocket-ship triumph<br />Lift up and hold out your hands.</p> <p>Saturn is orbiting nothing<br />It's off on its own<br />It's breaking from home</p> <p>Saturn is orbiting nothing<br />It's off on its own<br />It's breaking from home</p> <p>Saturn returns when you chased down its moons<br />Throw them into a new gravity.</p> <p>Harder to look yourself square in the eye<br />Easy to poke yourself, easy as pie<br />Easy to take off, harder to fly<br />Harder to wake Galileo.</p> <p class="pt8" align="justify"><i>(Lyrics are copyright R.E.M. unless otherwise stated as a cover version, in which case copyright is owned by that artist.)</i></p>Hermanuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01185745296327338629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2482535557720746399.post-55012346165458869272008-06-27T22:09:00.002-07:002008-06-27T22:10:27.279-07:00Disappear<p>I dragged my feet<br />Across a seat<br />And jumped out the passenger side.<br />The only thing worth looking for<br />Is what you find inside<br />But that had not yet appeared<br />Lost, invisible, here.</p> <p>Tel Aviv and Agadir<br />Taroudant or Olomouc<br />Before I learned to see<br />The vanishing point appear.</p> <p>I looked for you and everywhere<br />I looked for you and everywhere.</p> <p>There is a calm I haven't come to yet<br />I spend half my life figuring what comes next<br />I telescoped in<br />I'll finally win<br />I'll finally win the prize<br />That now eyes see<br />A comic's perfect timing squeezed.<br />I'm head-first fighting everything<br />The crushing force of memory<br />Erasing all I've been<br />The vanishing point appears.</p> <p>I looked for you and everywhere.<br />I looked for you and everywhere.<br />Tell me why you're here.<br />I came to disappear.</p> <p>Look at this face<br />Can you believe it?<br />Am I living in the beautiful vacuum?<br />Because I can't see it.<br />The vanishing point appears.</p> <p>I looked for you and everywhere.<br />I looked for you and everywhere.<br />Tell me why you're here.<br />I came to disappear.<br />Tell me why you're here.<br />I came to disappear.<br />I came to disappear.</p> <p class="pt8" align="justify"><i>(Lyrics are copyright R.E.M. unless otherwise stated as a cover version, in which case copyright is owned by that artist.)</i></p>Hermanuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01185745296327338629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2482535557720746399.post-4112777623123459412008-06-27T22:09:00.001-07:002008-06-27T22:09:44.884-07:00She Just Wants To Be<p>It's not that she walked away,<br />Her world got smaller.<br />All the usual places<br />The same destinations<br />Only something's changed.</p> <p>It's not that she wasn't rewarded<br />With pomegranate afternoons<br />Of Mingus, Chet Baker and chess<br />It's not stampeding fortune<br />Or prim affectations<br />She's off on her own<br />But she knows</p> Now is greater than the whole of the past<br />Is greater, and now she knows. <p>She just wants to be somewhere<br />She just wants to be.<br />She just wants to be somewhere<br />She just wants to be.</p> <p>It's not that the transparency<br />Of her earlier incarnations<br />Now looked back on, weren't rich<br />And loaded with beautiful vulnerability<br />But now she knows</p> <p>Now is greater<br />And she knows that.</p> <p>She just wants to be somewhere<br />She just wants to be<br />She just wants to be somewhere<br />She just wants to be.</p> <p>Now is greater, now is greater<br />And she knows that.</p> <p>She just wants to be somewhere<br />She just wants to be.<br />She just wants to be somewhere<br />She just wants to be.</p> <p>She just wants to be somewhere<br />She just wants to be.<br />She just wants to be somewhere<br />She just wants to be.</p> <p>It's not like if angels<br />Could truly look down<br />Stir up the trappings<br />A light on the ground<br />Remind us of what, when, why or who<br />That how's up to us, me and you<br />And now is greater than the whole of the past</p> <p>Is greater and now she knows that.<br />Now she knows.</p> <p class="pt8" align="justify"><i>(Lyrics are copyright R.E.M. unless otherwise stated as a cover version, in which case copyright is owned by that artist.)</i></p>Hermanuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01185745296327338629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2482535557720746399.post-62939593019056054002008-06-27T22:07:00.002-07:002008-07-15T04:15:07.531-07:00All The Way To Reno (You're Gonna Be A Star)<p>Humming<br />All the way to Reno<br />You've dusted the non believers<br />And challenge the laws of chance<br />Now, sweet<br />You were so sugar sweet<br />You may as well have 'kick me'<br />Fastened on your sleeve</p> <p>You know what you are<br />You're gonna be a star.<br />You know what you are<br />You're gonna be a star</p> <p>Wing<br />Is written on your feet<br />Your achilles heel<br />Is a tendenc<br />To dream<br />But you've know that from the beginning<br />You didn't have to go so far<br />You didn't have to go.</p> <p>You know what you are<br />You're gonna be a star.<br />You know what you are<br />You're gonna be a star</p> <p>You know who you are<br />You know who you are<br />You know who you are</p> <p>Humming<br />All the way to Reno<br />You've written your own directions<br />And whistled the rules of change.</p> <p>You know what you are<br />You're gonna be a star (star)<br />You know what you are,<br />You're gonna be a star (star)<br />You know what you are,<br />You're gonna be a star (star)<br />You know what you are,<br />You're gonna be a star (star)</p> <p>Humming<br />All the way to Reno<br />All the way to Reno<br />All the way to Reno<br />You're gonna be a star, you are<br />You're gonna be a star<br />You're gonna be a star, you are<br />You're gonna be a star</p> <p class="pt8" align="justify"><i>(Lyrics are copyright R.E.M. unless otherwise stated as a cover version, in which case copyright is owned by that artist.)</i></p><br /><br /><center><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CnSiI3iiFQQ&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CnSiI3iiFQQ&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></center><p>Hermanuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01185745296327338629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2482535557720746399.post-1246372552040403252008-06-27T22:07:00.001-07:002008-06-27T22:07:55.451-07:00I've Been High<p>Have you seen?<br />Have not, will travel<br />Have I missed the big reveal?</p> <p>Do my eyes,<br />Do my eyes seem empty?<br />I've forgotten how this feels.</p> <p>I've been high<br />I've climbed so high<br />But life sometimes<br />It washes over me.</p> <p>Have you been?<br />Have done, will travel<br />I fell down on me knees</p> <p>Was I wrong?<br />I don't know, don't answer.<br />I just needed to believe.</p> <p>I've been high<br />I've climbed so high<br />But life sometimes<br />It washes over me.</p> <p>So<br />I dive into a pool so cool and deep that if I sink I sink<br />And when I swim I fly, so high.</p> <p>What I want<br />What I really want is<br />Just to live my life on high.</p><p> </p><p>And I know<br />I know you want the same<br />I can see it in your eyes.</p> <p>I've been high<br />I've climbed so high<br />But life sometimes<br />It washes over me.</p> <p>Washes over me<br />Close my eyes so I can see<br />Make my make-believe, believe<br />In me.</p> <p class="pt8" align="justify"><i>(Lyrics are copyright R.E.M. unless otherwise stated as a cover version, in which case copyright is owned by that artist.)</i></p>Hermanuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01185745296327338629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2482535557720746399.post-33393329782930782032008-06-27T22:02:00.000-07:002008-06-27T22:07:10.248-07:00The Lifting<p>Grounded 5 a.m.<br />The nightlite is comforting.<br />But gravity is holding you.</p> Once settled into sleep<br />You have watched on repeat,<br />The story of your life<br />Across the ceiling,<br />And in review, <p>You've said the air was singing<br />It's calling you you don't believe<br />These things you've never seen.</p> <p>''Good morning, how are you?<br />The weather's fine, the sky is blue-<br />It's perfect for our seminar...''</p> <p>''Now close your eyes,<br />And start to breathe.<br />Allow the noise to recede...<br />...Allow yourself to drift and fly away.<br />But you just stay.</p> <p>You've said the air was singing<br />It's calling you you don't believe<br />These things you've never seen, never dreamed.</p> <p>Did you hear these voices calling</p> <p>Locked into a conference room,<br />''We're only what our minds assume...''<br />And rationale is leaving you.</p><p> </p><p>This conceit these systems of belief,<br />Your counselor agrees,<br />''You've always mark these boundaries now you're free...''<br />And with relief.</p> <p>You've said the air was singing<br />It's calling you you don't believe<br />These things you've never seen, never heard, never dreamed.</p> <p>You said the air was singing<br />It's calling you you don't believe<br />These things you've never seen.</p> <p>Never (x19)</p> <p>Once you had a dream<br />Of oceans, and sunken cities<br />Memories of things you've never known</p> <p class="pt8" align="justify"><i>(Lyrics are copyright R.E.M. unless otherwise stated as a cover version, in which case copyright is owned by that artist.)</i></p>Hermanuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01185745296327338629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2482535557720746399.post-22544171353908713882008-06-27T03:46:00.001-07:002008-06-27T03:46:44.690-07:00Electrolite<p>Your eyes are burning holes through me.<br />I’m gasoline.<br />I’m burnin’ clean.<br /></p><p>Twentieth century go and sleep.<br />You’re plasticine.<br />That is obscene.<br />That is obscene.<br /></p><p>You are the star tonight.<br />You shine electric outta sight.<br />You light eclipsed the moon tonight.<br />Elecrolite. You’re outta sight.<br /></p><p>If I ever want to fly.<br />Mulholland Drive.<br />I am alive.<br /></p><p>Hollywood is under me.<br />I’m Martin Sheen<br />I’m Steve McQueen<br />I’m Jimmy Dean<br /></p><p>You are the star tonight.<br />You shine electric outta sight.<br />You light eclipsed the moon tonight.<br />Elecrolite.<br />You’re outta sight.<br /></p><p>If you want to fly.<br />Mulholland Drive.<br />Up in the sky.<br />Stand on a cliff and look down there.<br />Don’t be scared, you are alive.<br />You are alive.<br /></p><p>You are the star tonight.<br />You shine electric outta sight.<br />You light eclipsed the moon tonight.<br />Elecrolite.<br />You’re outta sight.<br /></p><p>Twentieth century go and sleep.<br />Really deep.<br />We won’t blink<br /></p><p>You’re eyes are burnin’ holes through me.<br />I’m not scared<br />I’m outta here.<br />I’m not scared.<br />I’m outta here.</p> <p class="pt8" align="justify"><i>(Lyrics are copyright R.E.M. unless otherwise stated as a cover version, in which case copyright is owned by that artist.)</i></p>Hermanuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01185745296327338629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2482535557720746399.post-21309426764612881982008-06-27T03:45:00.000-07:002008-06-27T03:46:02.158-07:00Low Desert<p>It happened fast, it’s over quick.<br />A little dust and the engine kicks.<br />Did your hands drift down off the wheel?<br />Roll out, hit your windshield<br /></p><p>An eyelash or a little bit of sleep? Time stands still.<br />Just call it now and you’re on your way (hey, hey, hey)<br /></p><p>All the ashtrays, cities and the freeway drives<br />Broken casino and waterslides<br />Eighteen-wheeler, payback dice.<br />Gravity flows on the power line.<br /></p><p>Jet stream cuts the desert sky.<br />This is a land could eat a man alive.<br />Say you’d leave it all behind.<br /></p><p>There’s a radio tower that’s egging me on<br />Back to the place where you never belong.<br />Where people thrive on their own contempt.<br />Whatever meaning is long gone, spent.<br />If you had to guess or make bet,<br />Would you place yourself inside of it?<br />The mountains yawn, the clouds let out a sigh.<br />''Tricked again.'' Let go, okay.</p> <p class="pt8" align="justify"><i>(Lyrics are copyright R.E.M. unless otherwise stated as a cover version, in which case copyright is owned by that artist.)</i></p>Hermanuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01185745296327338629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2482535557720746399.post-4610881198222965382008-06-27T03:44:00.000-07:002008-06-27T03:45:15.864-07:00So Fast, So Numb<p>Movin’ through rough waters motel boy,<br />And swimming in your sleep.<br />How could I be so blind, mis-sighted,<br />Not to see there’s something wounded deep.<br /></p><p>Anyone could scratch your surface now,<br />It’s all amphetamine<br />You’re blasting yourself into the present<br />Learn some vast indignity, stay that,<br /></p><p>You say that you hate it<br />You want to re-create it<br />I’ve been around, I’ve been your lover.<br />I let it go at Kill Devil Hill,<br />You’re coming onto something so fast, so numb<br />That you can’t even feel.<br /></p><p>You’re drinking the wrong dream now baby,<br />You do-si-do, saddo<br />You’re you in cartilage, shark-eyed, shock horror, all present tense,<br />And boy your blood is running cold.<br />Listen, this is now, this is here, this is me,<br />This is what I wanted you to see.<br />That was then, was that, that is gone, this is past,<br />You cast yourself cast, passed by, gone down fast.<br /></p><p>You say that you hate it.<br />You want to recreate it.<br />I’ve played this round, I’ve played your lover.<br />I’ve played it out to the hilt.<br />You’re comin’ on with something so fast, so numb<br />That you can’t even feel.<br /></p><p>You love it. You hate it.<br />You want to re-create it.<br />Now, this is here, this is me.<br />This is what I wanted you to see.<br />That was then, was that, that is gone.<br />That is what I wanted you to feel.<br /></p><p>You love it. You hate it.<br />You spit it out, the bitter pill.<br />I’ve been around, I’ve been your lover<br />I let it go at Kill Devil Hill.<br />You’re coming onto something so fast, so numb<br />That you can’t even feel.<br /></p><p>I’ve played this round, I’ve played your lover.<br />I’ve played it out to the hilt.<br />You’re comin’ on with something so fast, so numb<br />That you can’t even feel.<br /></p><p>you played around, you played me lover,<br />I let it go at Kill Devil Hill,<br />You’re moving so hard, so fast, so numb<br />That you can’t even feel.</p> <p class="pt8" align="justify"><i>(Lyrics are copyright R.E.M. unless otherwise stated as a cover version, in which case copyright is owned by that artist.)</i></p>Hermanuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01185745296327338629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2482535557720746399.post-86446463946994092662008-06-27T03:43:00.001-07:002008-06-27T03:43:59.606-07:00Binky The Doormat<p>(Lyrics source: mostly from one of Stipe's lyric sheets.)<br /></p><p>This is horror movie stuff.<br />The muffin is peach, you’re ‘makin’ love’.<br />You mean this opera involves handcuffs?<br />I lay defeated.<br />Yeah, sour milk mouth, horseradish sweet.<br />She’s a girl and she’s loving me.<br />But distance is my tendency.<br />I am defeated.<br /></p><p>have you lost your place?<br />I wore my doormat face.<br />I hung my this or that.<br />I laid my welcome mat.<br /></p><p>If I’m your oyster, where’s the war?<br />You leave me gasping, tattered and torn.<br />I know you can’t find a fork.<br />I am just a little acorn.<br />Well, acorns grow to mighty trees.<br />You’ve got sauce, but you don’t have knees.<br />Now look who’s asking pretty please.<br />I lay defeated.<br /></p><p>Have you lost your place?<br />I wore my doormat face.<br />I hung my this or that.<br />I laid my welcome mat.<br /></p><p>Call your bathroom friends around.<br />I will fake a little frown.<br />I will be your little clown,<br />Easily defeated.<br />Yeah, shut the door and open wide.<br />Seconal and astroglide.<br />Fuck with me and traumatize.<br />Don’t you see I love your hide?<br />All the beauty that’s trapped inside.<br />Can’t you see I love your hide?<br />Can’t you see I love your hide?<br />Can’t you see it?<br /></p><p>have you lost your place?<br />I wore my doormat face.<br />I hung my this or that.<br />I laid my welcome mat.</p> <p class="pt8" align="justify"><i>(Lyrics are copyright R.E.M. unless otherwise stated as a cover version, in which case copyright is owned by that artist.)</i></p>Hermanuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01185745296327338629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2482535557720746399.post-17282099649280746292008-06-27T03:42:00.000-07:002008-06-27T03:43:08.154-07:00Be Mine<p>I never thought of this as funny<br />It speaks another world to me<br />I wanna be your Easter bunny<br />I wanna be your Christmas tree.<br /></p><p>I’ll strip the world that you must live in<br />of all its godforsaken greed.<br />I’ll ply the tar of your feathers.<br />I’ll pluck the thorns out of your feet.<br />You and me.<br />You and me.<br />You and me.<br /></p><p>And if I choose your sanctuary.<br />I’ll want to wash you with my hair.<br />I’ll want to drink of sacred fountains<br />and find the riches hidden there.<br /></p><p>I’ll reap the lotus and the pyote.<br />I’ll want to hear the caged-bird sing.<br />I’ll want the secrets of the temple.<br />I’ll want the finger with the ring.<br />You and me.<br />You and me.<br />You and me.<br /></p><p>And if you made me your religion.<br />I’ll give all the room you need.<br />I’ll be the drawing of your breath.<br />I’ll be carpet you should weave.<br />I’ll be the sky above the Ganges<br />I’ll be the vast and stormy sea.<br />I’ll be the lights that guide you inland.<br />I’ll be the visions you will see.<br />Visions you will see.<br />You will see.<br />You will see.<br />You and me.<br />You and me.<br />You and me.</p> <p class="pt8" align="justify"><i>(Lyrics are copyright R.E.M. unless otherwise stated as a cover version, in which case copyright is owned by that artist.)</i></p>Hermanuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01185745296327338629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2482535557720746399.post-27299821135515438662008-06-27T03:41:00.000-07:002008-06-27T03:42:28.490-07:00Bittersweet Me<p>I move across, innocence lost<br />All flashing pulsar<br />I move across the earth in my new pattern shirt<br />I pass satellites<br /></p><p>You’re so bitter, your complaint<br />I can’t get you anything.<br />I don’t know who you’re livin for<br />I don’t you at all anymore.<br /></p><p>I’d sooner chew my leg off,<br />Than be trapped in this.<br />How easy you think of all of this as bittersweet me<br /></p><p>I can’t taste it<br />I’m tired and naked.<br />I don’t know what I’m hungry for<br />I don’t know what I want anymore<br /></p><p>I move across, candy floss<br />I move like a tank<br />I move across the room<br />With a heart full of gloom<br />I’m stronger than you think.<br /></p><p>Oh my peer,<br />Your veneer is wearing thin and cracking.<br />The surface and forms underneath,<br />Underneath is lacking.<br /></p><p>I’d sooner chew my leg off,<br />Than be trapped in this.<br />How easy you think of all of this as bittersweet me<br /></p><p>I couldn’t taste it.<br />I’m tired and naked.<br />I don’t know what I’m hungry for.<br />I don’t know what I want anymore.<br /></p><p>You move across, innocence lost,<br />All static and desire,<br />You’re blue in the face from navel gaze,<br />You set yourself on fire.<br /></p><p>You strip down and lay yourself out,<br />I know you can’t fake it,<br />But are you tire and naked?<br />Are you tire and naked?<br /></p><p>I’d sooner chew my leg off,<br />Than be trapped in this.<br />How easy you think of all of this as bittersweet me<br /></p><p>I couldn’t taste it<br />I’m tired and naked.<br />I don’t know what I’m hungry for.<br />I don’t know what I want anymore.</p> <p class="pt8" align="justify"><i>(Lyrics are copyright R.E.M. unless otherwise stated as a cover version, in which case copyright is owned by that artist.)</i></p>Hermanuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01185745296327338629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2482535557720746399.post-69750348428404397612008-06-27T03:40:00.000-07:002008-06-27T03:41:23.639-07:00Departure<p>(Lyrics source: mostly from one of Stipe's lyric sheets.)<br /></p><p>Just arrived Singapore, San Sebastian, Spain, 26-hour trip.<br />Salt Lake City, come in spring.<br />Over the salt flats a hailstorm brought you back to me.<br />Salt Lake City, come in spring.<br />Over the salt flats a hailstorm brought you back to me.<br /></p><p>Here it comes (I’m carried away)<br />Here it comes (I’m carried away)<br />Here it comes, back, back.<br /></p><p>Departure, Godspeed, bless his heart, good boy.<br />What a fuck-up, what a fighter.<br />A free-fall, motorcycle, hang-glider,<br />Hung on the line like a poison spider.<br />Win a eulogy from William Greider,<br />Car crash, ptomaine, disposable lighter,<br />A bus plunge, avalanche, a vinegar cider.<br />Free-fall, motorcycle, hang-glider.<br /></p><p>Here it comes (I’m carried away)<br />Here it comes (I’m carried away)<br />Here it comes, back, back.<br /></p><p>Go, go, go, go, yeah.<br /></p><p>Well, everybody is young forever.<br />There’s so much to tell you, so little time.<br />I’ve come a long way since the whatever,<br />shit, I still see a word, think of you.<br />There is so much that I can’t do, yeah.<br />You will be young forever.<br />There’s so much that I can’t do.<br />There is so much that I can’t do.<br /></p><p>Here it comes (I’m carried away)<br />Here it comes (I’m carried away)<br />Here it comes, back, back.</p> <p class="pt8" align="justify"><i>(Lyrics are copyright R.E.M. unless otherwise stated as a cover version, in which case copyright is owned by that artist.)</i></p>Hermanuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01185745296327338629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2482535557720746399.post-696539865650173012008-06-27T03:39:00.000-07:002008-06-27T03:40:34.627-07:00Leave<p>Nothing could be bring me closer.<br />Nothing could be bring me near.<br />Where is the road I follow?<br />Believing, leave.<br /></p><p>It’s under, under, under my feet.<br />The scene spread out there before me.<br />Better I go where the land touches sea.<br />There is my trust in what I believe.<br /></p><p>That’s what keeps me,<br />That’s what keeps me,<br />That’s what keeps me down,<br />To leave it, believe it,<br />Leave it all behind.<br /></p><p>Shifting the dream<br />Nothing could bring me further from my old friend time<br />Shifting the dream<br />Charging the scene<br />I know where I marked the signs<br />Suffer the dreams of a world gone mad<br />I like it like that and I know it<br /></p><p>I know it well, ugly and sweet<br />A temper man who said believe in his dream.<br /></p><p>That’s what keeps me<br />That’s what keeps me<br />That’s what keeps me down<br />I sent it on an airline plane<br />I sent it off in an airplane<br />That never left the ground.<br /></p><p>That’s what keeps me,<br />That’s what keeps me,<br />That’s what keeps me down,<br />To leave it, believe it.<br />Leave it all behind.<br /></p><p>Lift me, lift me,<br />I attain my dream.<br />I lost myself, I lost them.<br />heartache calling me.<br />I lost myself in sorrow<br />I lost myself in pain.<br />I lost myself in gravity,<br />Memory, leave, leave.<br /></p><p>That’s what keeps me,<br />That’s what keeps me,<br />That’s what keeps me down,<br />To leave it, believe it,<br />Leave it all behind.<br /></p><p>That’s what keeps me,<br />That’s what keeps me,<br />That’s what keeps me down,<br />To leave it, believe it,<br />Leave it all behind.<br /></p><p>Midnight hands, my eyes are still<br />I walk into the scene<br />Shoot myself in a different place<br />Leavin’<br /></p><p>Longed for this to take me,<br />Longed for my release<br />Waited for the coming<br />Leavin’, leave.<br /></p><p>Leave, leave.<br />Leavin’, leavin’</p> <p class="pt8" align="justify"><i>(Lyrics are copyright R.E.M. unless otherwise stated as a cover version, in which case copyright is owned by that artist.)</i></p>Hermanuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01185745296327338629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2482535557720746399.post-78904821437264824652008-06-27T03:38:00.000-07:002008-06-27T03:39:33.350-07:00E-Bow The Letter<p>(Lyrics source: some from the video closed-captions.)<br /></p><p>Look up, what do you see?<br />All of you and all of me<br />Fluorescent and starry<br />Some of them, they surprise<br /></p><p>The bus ride, I went to write this, 4:00 a.m.<br />This letter<br />Fields of poppies, little pearls<br />All the boys and all the girls sweet-toothed<br />Each and every one a little scary<br />I said your name<br /></p><p>I wore it like a badge of teenage film stars<br />Hash bars, cherry mash and tinfoil tiaras<br />Dreaming of Maria Callas<br />Whoever she is<br />This fame thing, I don’t get it<br />I wrap my hand in plastic to try to look through it<br />Maybelline eyes and girl-as-boy moves<br />I can take you far<br />This star thing, I don’t get it<br /></p><p>I’ll take you over, there<br />I’ll take you over, there<br />Aluminum, tastes like fear<br />Adrenaline, it pulls us near<br /></p><p>I’ll take you over<br />It tastes like fear, there<br />I’ll take you over<br /></p><p>Will you live to 83?<br />Will you ever welcome me?<br />Will you show me something that nobody else has seen?<br />Smoke it, drink<br />Here comes the flood<br />Anything to thin the blood<br />These corrosives do their magic slowly and sweet<br />Phone, eat it, drink<br />Just another chink<br />Cuts and dents, they catch the light<br />Aluminum, the weakest link<br /></p><p>I don’t want to disappoint you<br />I’m not here to anoint you<br />I would lick your feet<br />But is that the sickest move?<br />I wear my own crown and sadness and sorrow<br />And who’d have thought tomorrow could be so strange?<br />My loss, and here we go again<br /></p><p>I’ll take you over, there<br />I’ll take you over, there<br />Aluminum, tastes like fear<br />Adrenaline, it pulls us near<br /></p><p>I’ll take you over<br />It tastes like fear, there<br />I’ll take you over<br /></p><p>Look up, what do you see?<br />All of you and all of me<br />Fluorescent and starry<br />Some of them, they surprise<br /></p><p>I can’t look it in the eyes<br />Seconal, Spanish fly, absinthe, kerosene<br />Cherry-flavored neck and collar<br />I can smell the sorrow on your breath<br />The sweat, the victory and sorrow<br />The smell of fear, I got it<br /></p><p>I’ll take you over, there<br />I’ll take you over, there<br />Aluminum, tastes like fear<br />Adrenaline, it pulls us near<br /></p><p>I’ll take you over<br />It tastes like fear, there<br />I’ll take you over<br /></p><p>Pulls us near<br />Tastes like fear.<br /></p><p>Nearer, nearer<br />Over, over, over, over<br />Yeah, look over<br />I’ll take you there, oh, yeah<br />I’ll take you there<br />Oh, over<br />I’ll take you there<br />Over, let me<br />I’ll take you there..<br />There, there, baby, yeah</p> <p class="pt8" align="justify"><i>(Lyrics are copyright R.E.M. unless otherwise stated as a cover version, in which case copyright is owned by that artist.)</i></p>Hermanuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01185745296327338629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2482535557720746399.post-38764112492617737442008-06-27T03:37:00.000-07:002008-06-27T03:38:24.701-07:00Undertow<p>I know what I wanted<br />I know what I wanted<br />I know how I wanted this to be<br /></p><p>You go down to the water<br />Drink down of the water<br />Walk up off the water, leave it be<br /></p><p>This is not my time, brother<br />It is cold in heaven<br />And I’m not sprouting wings.<br /></p><p>I’m drowning<br />Me<br />I’m drowning<br />Me, yeah<br /></p><p>Brother can you see those birds?<br />They don’t look to heaven<br />They don’t need religion, they can see<br /></p><p>They go down to the water<br />Drink down on the water<br />Fly up off the water, leave it be<br /></p><p>This is not my time, sister<br />It is cold in heaven<br />And no one’s coming after me<br /></p><p>I’m drowning<br />Breathing ourselves<br />Me<br />Breathing ourselves<br />I’m drowning<br />Breathing ourselves<br />Me, yeah<br /></p><p>You know I am tired<br />Cold and bony tired<br />Nothing’s gonna save me, I can see<br /></p><p>I can’t say I’m fearful<br />I can’t say I’m not afraid<br />But I am not resisting, I can see<br /></p><p>I don’t need a heaven<br />I don’t need religion<br />I am in the place where I should be<br /></p><p>I am breathing water<br />I am breathing water<br />You know a body’s got to breathe<br /></p><p>I’m drowning<br />Breathing ourselves<br />Me<br />Breathing ourselves<br />I’m drowning<br />Breathing ourselves<br />Me, yeah</p> <p class="pt8" align="justify"><i>(Lyrics are copyright R.E.M. unless otherwise stated as a cover version, in which case copyright is owned by that artist.)</i></p>Hermanuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01185745296327338629noreply@blogger.com0