1.Daysleeper(Album Version)
Lyricist：Michael StipeMike MillsPeter Buck
Writer(s)：Michael StipeMike MillsPeter Buck
Receiving department, 3 am
staff cuts have socked up the overage
directives are posted.
no callbacks, complaints.
everywhere is calm.
Hong Kong is present
Taipei awakes
all talk of circadian rhythm
Chorus
I see today with a newsprint fray
my night is coloured headache grey
daysleeper. daysleeper. daysleeper
the bull and the bear are marking their territories
they're leading the blind with their international glories
I'm the screen, the blinding light
Im the screen, I work at night.
Chorus
I see today with a newsprint fray
my night is coloured headache grey
don't wake me with so much
daysleeper
I cried the other night
I can't even say why
flourescent flat caffeine lights
its furious balancing
I'm the screen, the blinding light
Im the screen, I work at night
Chorus
I see today with a newsprint fray
my night is coloured headache grey
don't wake me with so much
The ocean machine is set to 9 I'll squeeze into heaven and
valentine
my bed is pulling me,
gravity
daysleeper. daysleeper.
daysleeper. daysleeper. daysleeper.
2.Emphysema(Non - Album Track)
3.Sad Professor(Live In Studio Version)
Lyricist：Michael StipeMike MillsPeter Buck
Writer(s)：Michael StipeMike MillsPeter Buck
If we're talking about love
Then I have to tell you
Dear readers, I'm not sure where I'm headed.
I've gotten lost before.
I've woke up stone drunk
Face down in the floor.
Late afternoon, the house is hot.
I started, I jumped up.
Everyone hates a bore.
Everybody hates a drunk.
This may be a lit invention
Professors muddled in their intent
To try to rope in followers
To float their malcontent.
As for this reader,
I'm already spent.
Late afternoon, the house is hot.
I started, I jumped up.
Everyone hates a sad professor.
I hate where I wound up.
Dear readers, my apologies.
I'm drifting in and out of sleep.
Long silence presents the tragedies
Of love. Note the age. Get afraid.
The surface hazy with attendant thoughts.
A lazy eye metaphor on the rocks.
Late afternoon, the house is hot.
I started, I jumped up.
Everone hates a bore.
Everybody hates a drunk.
Everyone hates a sad professor.
I hate where I wound up.
I hate where I wound up.
4.Why Not Smile(Oxford American Version)
Lyricist：Michael StipeMike MillsPeter Buck
Writer(s)：Michael StipeMike MillsPeter Buck
the concrete broke your fall
to hear you speak of it
I'd have done anything
I would do anything
I feel like a cartoon brick wall
to hear you speak of it
you've been so sad
it makes me worry
why not smile？
you've been sad for a while.
why not smile？
I would do anything
to hear you speak of it.
why not smile？
you've been sad for a while.
you've been sad for a while.
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