1.Pop Song 89(Acoustic Version)
Lyricist：Bill BerryMichael StipeMike MillsPeter Buck
Writer(s)：Bill BerryMichael StipeMike MillsPeter Buck
Hello, I saw you, I know you, I knew you
I think I can remember your name...name
Hello, I'm sorry I lost myself
I think I thought you were someone else
Should we talk about the weather？(Hi...hi, hi)
Should we talk about the government？(Hi...hi, hi, hi)
Hello, how are you？ I know you, I knew you
I think I can remember your name...name
Hello, I'm sorry I lost myself
I think I thought you were someone else
Should we talk about the weather？(Hi...hi, hi)
Should we talk about the government？(Hi...hi, hi, hi)
Hello my friend, are you visible today？
You know I never knew that it could be so strange...strange
Hello, I'm sorry I lost myself
I think I thought you were someone else
Should we talk about the weather？(Hi...hi, hi)
Should we talk about the government？(Hi...hi, hi, hi)
(Hi, hi)
(Hi, hi, hi)
(Hi, hi)
(Hi, hi, hi)
(Hi, hi)
(Hi, hi, hi)
2.Turn You Inside - Out(Live Version)
Lyricist：Bill BerryMichael StipeMike MillsPeter Buck
Writer(s)：Bill BerryMichael StipeMike MillsPeter Buck
Divide your cultured pearls and paste
I'm looking for to lay to waste
Of all the things I cannot taste
and this not the racy race
They spoke loud
I believe in what you do
I believe in watching you
It's what you do
I could turn you inside-out
What I choose not to do
I could turn you inside-out
What I choose not to do
Given the choice
Given the heart
Given the tool
Given the word
Given the cheers
I believe in what you do
I believe in watching you
It's what you do
I could turn you inside-out
What I choose not to do
I could turn you inside-out
What I choose not to do
3.Fretless(Album Version)
Lyricist：BerryBuckMillsStipe
Writer(s)：BerryBuckMillsStipe
He's got his work and she comes easy
They each come around when the other is gone
Me, I think I got stuck somewhere in between
I wouldn't confide in the Prodigal Son
The die has been cast, the battle is won
The bullets were blanks, a double aught gun
I couldn't admit to a minute of fun
They come and they come and they come and they come
I accepted with a gentle tongue
No words spoken, no need to speak
Take it, stomp twice, ring the bell
Tether that ring and phrase
Enough with the rifle and talk already
We all know what it means
Take this conversation to your great divide
I can only swallow what I ate
And I don't hate him
And I don't hate her
They come and they come and they come and they come
I accepted with a gentle tongue
No heart broken, no need to speak
(Don't talk to me)
Don't talk to me about being alone
(Don't talk to me)
Don't talk to me about being alone
(Don't talk to me)
Don't talk to me about being alone
Reach for each other before you leave
Reach peace with a E-A-C
Don't threaten me with a gentle tease
Don't threaten me with angry
Please, please, please
Don't try to tell me what I am
(Talk to me)
Don't talk to me
(Talk to me)
Don't talk to me
4.Chance(Dub)
Lyricist：Bill BerryMichael StipeMike MillsPeter Buck
Writer(s)：Bill BerryMichael StipeMike MillsPeter Buck
Friday bank card yours got stuck
I loaned you a phone quarter, said 'Good luck'
Where are you now？
Me and glasses Saturday slump
You and your shopping, I looked up
Our eyes met, mine are green
You'd had a peroxide thing
Call now, look me up
Sunday walk, Weaver's Park,
I was on the lakeside
Where the playgrounds meet
In bare feet
You said, 'Mighty cold today'
You never see what I think
You didn't like your daytime job
I was born to travel
You were a camera, I dropped my keys
I'm on the northbound, you were asleep
I said, 'Are you holding？'
'You wanna ride the silent sky？'
I wrote a story on the fly
You in the tabletop
I said, 'I've had enough of the city.'
I held a bag of apples
You at the last table
I had had a soy dog
Cafe streetside, Tuesday bloom
You wanna be on fire, I said I hung the moon
Wednesday grocery, corner of Vine,
You were in the checkout line
I dropped my frozen dinners, you helped pick them up
Thursday cab rush, our block,
You with broken accent, my heart stopped
You laughed, I worry
Chance, chance, chance, chance
Swarming like a dozen crushing blows
All those glances, midtime dances
Chance
I never looked it up
You hit the sidewalk talking
Said, 'I'd read the ads'
Do you？
Where are you？ Will you read this？ Can I see？
This is surely moving faster than I can think
A minute shy, a passing eye
I know I saw you there
Will you read this？ Can I see？ What did I see？
Chance, chance, chance, chance
Swimming like a dozen crushing blows
All those midtime dances
Chance
Guys, this is very tedious... stop!
5.It's A Free World Baby(Album Version)
Lyricist：Bill BerryMichael StipeMike MillsPeter Buck
Writer(s)：Bill BerryMichael StipeMike MillsPeter Buck
I was hungry when I said
I never got to sleep
You go ahead
You can get whatever you want
There's a feeling in my belly
It's the new tomorrow scene
It's an interesting job
It's the fireworks
I don't need it(I don't need it)
I hit my head(he hit his head)
I can't feel anything
You gave too much away
You came to say
It's a free world baby
And you gave too much away
(get whatever you want)
Me, I'm tired of this candy
My teeth ache my head
Boys in bed, girls in bed
All now go to sleep
Sleep, sweet dreams
Wake to a new today tomorrow
Boys in bed, girls in bed
All now go to sleep
Sleep, sweet dreams
Wake to a new today tomorrow
Sleep, sweet dreams
Wake to a new today tomorrow
6.Drive(Live Version)(1994)
Lyricist：Bill BerryMichael StipeMike MillsPeter Buck
Writer(s)：Bill BerryMichael StipeMike MillsPeter Buck
Smack, crack, Bushwhacked.
Tie another one to the racks, baby.
Hey, kids, rock and roll.
Nobody tells you where to go, baby.
What if I ride？ What if you walk？
What if you rock around the clock？
Tick, tock. Tick, tock.
What if you did？ What if you walk？
What if you tried to get off, baby？
Hey, kids, where are you？
Nobody tells you what to do, baby. Oh...
Hey, kids, shake a leg.
Maybe you're crazy in the head, baby. Oh...
Maybe you did. Maybe you walked.
Maybe you rocked around the clock.
Tick, tock. Tick, tock.
Maybe I ride. Maybe you walk.
Maybe I drive to get off, baby.
Hey, kids, shake a leg.
Maybe you're crazy in the head, baby.
Ollie, Ollie.
Ollie, Ollie, Ollie.
Ollie, Ollie in come free, baby.
Hey, kids, where are you？
Nobody tells you what to do, baby.
Smack, crack. Shack-a-lack.
Tie another one to your backs, baby. Oh...
Hey, kids, rock and roll.
Nobody tells you where to go, baby.
Maybe you did. Maybe you walked.
Maybe you rock around the clock
Tick, tock. Tick, tock.
Maybe I ride. Maybe you walk.
Maybe I drive to get off, baby.
Hey, kids, where are you？
Nobody tells you what to do, baby.
Hey, kids, rock and roll.
Nobody tells you where to go, baby, baby, baby
7.Star Me Kitten(Featuring W. S. Burroughs)
Lyricist：BerryBuckMillsStipe
Writer(s)：BerryBuckMillsStipe
Keys cut, three for the price of one.
Nothing's free but guaranteed for a lifetime's use.
I've changed the locks
and you can't have one.
You, you know the other two.
The brakes have worn so thin that you could hear,
I hear them screeching through the door from our driveway.
Hey love, look into your glove box heart.
What is there for me inside？ This love is tired.
I've changed the locks. Have I misplaced you？
Have we lost our minds？
Will this never end？
It could depend on your take.
You. Me. We used to be on fire.
If keys are all that stand between,
Can I throw in the ring？
No gasoline.
Just fuck me kitten.
You are wild and I'm in your possession.
Nothing's free, so fuck me kitten.
I'm in your possession.
So fuck me kitten.
8.Revolution(Album Version)
Lyricist：BerryBuckMillsStipe
Writer(s)：BerryBuckMillsStipe
your revolution is a silly idea, yeah
all your friends are feeling had
it's like you need a reason to be feeling bad
you sport an armband when your good and mad
la la la la revolution(the future never happened)
la la la la revolution
i don't know why i'm feeling bad, yeah
i picked up a bad vibration
oliver north is running for senate
bomb the abortion clinic
reagan's defense is the deficit
the virus was invented
black man can't get acquitted
of the crimes that we committed
the future never happened, it never happened
la la la la revolution(the future never happened)
la la la la revolution
your revolution is a silly idea, yeah
you tried to look like a punk rock girl
a whole lotta sneer, and little curl
i don't have time for your theatrics
everybody knows that you're a bad actress
i don't know why i'm feeling bad, yeah
but a scum is rising
la la la la revolution(the future never happened)
la la la la revolution(I picked up a bad vibration)
la la la la revolution
9.Leave(Alternate Version)
Lyricist：Bill BerryMichael StipeMike MillsPeter Buck
Writer(s)：Bill BerryMichael StipeMike MillsPeter Buck
Nothing could be bring me closer.
Nothing could be bring me nearer.
Where is the road I follow
To leave it, leave？
It's under, under, under my feet.
The sea spread out there before me.
Where do I go when the land touches sea？
There is my trust in what I believe.
That's what keeps me,
That's what keeps me,
That's what keeps me down,
To leave it, believe it,
Leave it all behind.
Shifting the dream
Nothing could bring me further from my old friend time.
Shifting the dream
It's charging the scene
I know where I marked the signs.
I suffer the dreams of a world gone mad
I like it like that and I know it
I know it well, ugly and sweet,
A temper man who said believe in his dream.
That's what keeps me
That's what keeps me
That's what keeps me down
I sent it on an airline plane
I sent it off in an airplane
That never left the ground.
That's what keeps me,
That's what keeps me,
That's what keeps me down,
Leave, believe it.
Leave it all behind.
Lift me, lift me,
I'll dream my dream.
I lost myself in nothing
The heartache calling me
I lost myself in sorrow
I lost myself in pain
I lost myself in gravity
Memory, leave, leave, leave
That's what keeps me,
That's what keeps me,
That's what keeps me down,
To leave it, believe it,
Leave it all behind.
That's what keeps me,
That's what keeps me,
That's what keeps me down,
To leave it, believe it,
Leave it all behind.
Lift my hands, my eyes are still,
I walk into the scene
Shoot myself in a different place
And leave it
I've longed for this to take me,
I've longed for my release
I've waited for the callin'
To leave, leave.
Leave, leave.
Leavin', leavin'
10.Why Not Smile(Alternate 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
11.The Lifting(Demo)
Lyricist：Michael StipeMike MillsPeter Buck
Writer(s)：Michael StipeMike MillsPeter Buck
Grounded, 5 a.m., the nightlite is comforting
but gravity is holding you.
Once settled into sleep,
you have watched
on repeat the story of your life
across the ceiling
and in review.
You've said the air was singing.
It's calling you, you don't believe.
These things you've never seen.
Good morning, how are you？
The weather's fine,
the sky is blue.
It's perfect for our seminar.
Now close your eyes and start to breathe,
allow the noise to recede,
allow yourself to drift and fly away.
But you just stay.
You've said the air was singing,
it's calling you, you don't believe
these things you've never seen,
never heard.
Did you hear these voices？
Did you hear these voices calling？
Did you hear these voices calling you？
Locked into a conference room,
we're only what our minds assume
and rationale is leaving you.
This conceit these systems of belief
Your counselor agrees
You always mark these boundaries now you're free
and with relief.
You've said the air was singing,
it's calling you, you don't believe
these things you've never seen,
never heard, never dreamed.
You said the air was singing,
it's calling you, you don't believe
these things you've never seen,
never heard, never dreamed.
Never, never, never...
Once you had a dream
of oceans and sunken cities,
memories of things you've never known
and you have left alone.
12.Beat A Drum(Demo)
Lyricist：Michael StipeMike MillsPeter Buck
Writer(s)：Michael StipeMike MillsPeter Buck
the sun reflected in
the back of my eye.
I knocked my head against the sky.
the dragonflies are busy buzzing me.
a seahorse as if we were in the sea.
half way from coal
half way to diamond.
my fall knocked a mean chip out of me.
gathering as far as I can reach.
perched up on the precipice
and this is what I've seen.
this is all I want,
it's all I need.
this is all I am.
this is all I want,
it's all I need.
a bluejay hectors from the felled Catalpa tree.
doctorate in science and the theologians dream.
the dragonflies are trying to lecture me.
a seahorse as if we were in the sea.
but this is all I want,
it's all I need.
this is all I am,
it's everything.
this is all I want,
it's all I need.
beat a drum for me
like a butterfly wing.
tropical storm across the ocean.
but don't explain I'm sure I'll want to know
but don't forget we're just halfway from home.
this is all I want,
it's all I need.
this is all I am,
it's everything.
this is all I want,
it's all I need.
13.2 Jn(Non - Album Track)
Lyricist：Michael StipeMike MillsPeter Buck
Writer(s)：Michael StipeMike MillsPeter Buck
This one goes out to the one I love
This one goes out to the one I've left behind
A simple prop to occupy my time
This one goes out to the one I love
Fire
Fire
This one goes out to the one I love
This one goes out to the one I've left behind
A simple prop to occupy my time
This one goes out to the one I love
Fire(she's comin' down on her own, now)
Fire(she's comin' down on her own, now)
This one goes out to the one I love
This one goes out to the one I've leftbehind
Another prop has occupied my time
This one goes out to the one I love
Fire(she's comin' down on her own, now)
Fire(she's comin' down on her own, now)
Fire(she's comin' down on her own, now)
Fire(she's comin' down on her own, now)
14.The One I Love(Live Version)(MMM Sydney)
Lyricist：Bill BerryMichael StipeMike MillsPeter Buck
Writer(s)：Bill BerryMichael StipeMike MillsPeter Buck
This one goes out to the one I love
This one goes out to the one I've left behind
A simple prop to occupy my time
This one goes out to the one I love
Fire(she's comin' down on her own, now)
This one goes out to the one I love
This one goes out to the one I've left behind
Another prop has occupied my time
This one goes out to the one I love
15.Country Feedback(Live Version)(1992)
Lyricist：Bill BerryMichael StipeMike MillsPeter Buck
Writer(s)：Bill BerryMichael StipeMike MillsPeter Buck
One, two, three, four
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.
16.She Just Wants To Be(Live Version)(Museum TV ／ Radio)
Lyricist：Michael StipeMike MillsPeter Buck
Writer(s)：Michael StipeMike MillsPeter Buck
It's not that she walked away,
her world got smaller.
All the usual places, the same destinations,
only something's changed.
It's not that she wasn't rewarded
with pomegranate afternoons
and Mingus, Chet Baker and chess.
It's not the stampede and fortune
of prim affectations
she's off on a right and she knows now
it's greater than the whole
of the past
it's greater
and now she knows.
She just wants to be somewhere
she just wants to be.
She just wants to be somewhere
she just wants to be.
It's not that the transparency
of earlier incarnations
now we're back on, we're enriched
and loaded
with beautiful vulnerability
and now she knows.
Now is greater
and she knows that.
She just wants to be somewhere
she just wants to be.
She just wants to be somewhere
she just wants to be.
Now is greater
now is greater
and she knows that
She just wants to be somewhere
she just wants to be.
She just wants to be somewhere
she just wants to be.
It's not like the angels
could truly look down
stir up the trappings
and light on the ground.
Remind us of what, when,
why or who？
The how's up to us, me and you
and now is greater than the whole
of the past
is greater and now she knows that.
Now she knows.
17.Beat A Drum(Live Version)(WXRT)
Lyricist：Michael StipeMike MillsPeter Buck
Writer(s)：Michael StipeMike MillsPeter Buck
the sun reflected in
the back of my eye.
I knocked my head against the sky.
the dragonflies are busy buzzing me.
a seahorse as if we were in the sea.
half way from coal
half way to diamond.
my fall knocked a mean chip out of me.
gathering as far as I can reach.
perched up on the precipice
and this is what I've seen.
this is all I want,
it's all I need.
this is all I am.
this is all I want,
it's all I need.
a bluejay hectors from the felled Catalpa tree.
doctorate in science and the theologians dream.
the dragonflies are trying to lecture me.
a seahorse as if we were in the sea.
but this is all I want,
it's all I need.
this is all I am,
it's everything.
this is all I want,
it's all I need.
beat a drum for me
like a butterfly wing.
tropical storm across the ocean.
but don't explain I'm sure I'll want to know
but don't forget we're just halfway from home.
this is all I want,
it's all I need.
this is all I am,
it's everything.
this is all I want,
it's all I need.
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