R.E.M. Lyrics
R.E.M. Lyrics
"Parakeet Lyrics"
Drown Lyrics
Good morning day Sorry I'm not there But all my favorite friends Vanished in the air It's hard to fly when you can't even r
Good morning day Sorry I'm not there But all my favorite friends Vanished in the air It's hard to fly when you can't even r
(Buck/Mills/Stipe)
You wake up in the morning
And fall out of your bed
Mean cats eat parakeets
And this one's nearly dead
You dearly wish the wind would shift
And greasy windows slide
Open for the parakket
Who's colored bitter lime
Open
Paths of victory Lyrics
( Bob Dylan, outtake from "The Times They Are A-Changin'" Sessions ) The trail is dark and dusty The road is kinda rough<
the window( Bob Dylan, outtake from "The Times They Are A-Changin'" Sessions ) The trail is dark and dusty The road is kinda rough<
To lift into a dream
Baby, baby
You can barely breathe
A broken wrist
An accident
You know that something's wrong
You fold the leavings of your past
No one knows you've gone
The sunspot flares of the early
Nineties light up your wings
And
As It Is When It Was Lyrics
I've kept my head against the wall I've been this way for so long now You weren't exactly falling over yourself When last I saw
scan the shortwave radioI've kept my head against the wall I've been this way for so long now You weren't exactly falling over yourself When last I saw
It's tracking outer rings
(chorus)
Open the window
To lift into a dream
Baby, baby
You can start to breathe
The tectonic dispatcher shifts
To smooth the ocean floor
And flattens out to warmer winde
Of Brisbane's sunny shor
Gatherin' Dust Lyrics
Gatherin' gatherin' my love's gatherin' dust My poor heart is fallin' apart it's gatherin' dust You never should put my love upon t
eGatherin' gatherin' my love's gatherin' dust My poor heart is fallin' apart it's gatherin' dust You never should put my love upon t
Where buddhas tend to mending wrists
A tea made from the leaves
Of eucalyptus fragances
And coriander seeds
(repeat chorus 2x)
You wake up in the morning
To warm Pacific breeze
Where mean cats chew on licorice
And cannot climb the trees