1.Bang And Blame(Album Version W ／ O Between Track Noise)
Lyricist：Bill BerryMichael StipeMike MillsPeter Buck
Writer(s)：Bill BerryMichael StipeMike MillsPeter Buck
If you could see yourself now, baby
It's not my fault
You used to be so in control
You're going to roll right over this one
Just roll me over, let me go
You're laying blame
Take this as no, no, no, no, no
You bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Then blame, blame, blame
You bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
It's not my thing so let it go
If you could see yourself now, baby
The tables have turned
The whole world hinges on your swings
Your secret life of indiscreet discretions
I'd turn the screw and leave the screen
Don't point your finger
You know that's not my thing
You came to bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Then blame, blame, blame
You came to bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
It's not my thing so let it go now
You've got a little worry
I know it all too well
I've got your number
But so does every kiss and tell
Who dares to cross your threshold
Or happens on you way
Stop laying blame
You know that's not my thing
You know that's not my thing
You came to bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Then blame, blame, blame
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
It's not my thing so let it go
You bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Then blame, blame, blame
It's not my thing so let it go
You kiss on me, tug on me
Rub on me, jump on me
You bang on me, beat on me
Hit on me, let go on me
You let go on me
2.Losing My Religion(Live)(Athens 1992)(Applause Faded)
Lyricist：Bill BerryMichael StipeMike MillsPeter Buck
Writer(s)：Bill BerryMichael StipeMike MillsPeter Buck
Ooh, life is bigger
It's bigger than you
And you are not me
The lengths that I will go to
The distance in your eyes
Oh no I've said too much, I set it up
That's me in the corner
That's me in the spotlight
Losing my religion
Trying to keep up with you
And I don't know if I can do it
Oh no I've said too much
I haven't said enough
I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try
Every whisper
Of every waking hour I'm
Choosing my confessions
Trying to keep an eye on you
Like a hurt, lost and blinded fool, fool
Oh no I've said too much, I set it up
Consider this, consider this
The hint of the century
Consider this
The slip that brought me
To my knees, failed
What if all these fantasies
Come flailing around
Now I've said too much
I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try
But that was just a dream
That was just a dream
That's me in the corner
That's me in the spotlight
Losing my religion
Trying to keep up with you
And I don't know if I can do it
Oh no I've said too much
I haven't said enough
I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try
But that was just a dream
Try, cry, why try？
That was just a dream
Just a dream
Just a dream, dream
3.Country Feedback(Live)(Athens 1992)(Applause Faded)
Lyricist：Bill BerryMichael StipeMike MillsPeter Buck
Writer(s)：Bill BerryMichael StipeMike MillsPeter Buck
This flower is scorched
This film is on
On a maddening loop
These clothes,
These clothes don't fit us right
I'm to blame
It's all the same
It's all the same
You come to me with the bone in your hand
You come to me with your hair curled tight
You come to me with positions
You come to me with excuses
Ducked out in a row
You wear me out
You wear me out
We've been through fake-a-breakdown
Self-hurt, plastics, collections
Self-help, self-pain,
EST, psychics, fuck all
I was central
I had control
I lost my head
I need this
I need this
A paperweight, junk garage
Winter rain, a honey pot
Crazy, all the lovers have been tagged
A hotline, a wanted ad
It's crazy what you could've had
It's crazy what you could've had
It's crazy what you could've had
I need this
I need this
It's crazy what you could've had
Crazy what you could've had
I need it
I need this
It's crazy what you could've had
It's crazy what you could've had
I need this
I-I need this
It's crazy what you could've had
I need this
I need this
It's crazy what you could've had
Crazy what you could've had
I need this
I need this
Crazy what you could've had
Crazy what you could've had
4.Begin The Begin(Live)(Athens 1992)
Lyricist：Bill BerryMichael StipeMike MillsPeter Buck
Writer(s)：Bill BerryMichael StipeMike MillsPeter Buck
Birdie in the hand for life's rich demand
The insurgency began and you missed it.
I looked for it and I found it
Miles Standish proud, congratulate me.
A philanderer's tie, a murderer's shoe
Life's rich demand creates supply in the hand
Of the powers, the only vote that matters
Silence means security silence means approval
On Zenith, on the TV, tiger run around the tree
Follow the leader, run and turn into butter
Let's begin again, begin the begin
Let's begin again like Martin Luther Zen
The mythology begins the begin.
Answer me a question I can't itemize
I can't think clearly, look to me for reason
It's not there, I can't even rhyme in the begin
A philanderer's tie, a murderer's shoe
Example： the finest example is you.
Birdie in the hand for life's rich demand
The insurgency began and you missed it.
I looked for it and I found it
Miles Standish proud, congratulate me.
A philanderer's tie, a murderer's shoe
Let's begin again begin the begin
Let's begin again.
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