1.Man On The Moon(Album Version)
Lyricist：Bill BerryMichael StipeMike MillsPeter Buck
Writer(s)：Bill BerryMichael StipeMike MillsPeter Buck
Mott the Hoople and the game of Life. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Andy Kaufman in the wrestling match. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Monopoly, Twenty one, checkers, and chess. Yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah.
Mister Fred Blassie in a breakfast mess. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Let's play Twister, let's play Risk. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
See you heaven if you make the list. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Hey, Andy did you hear about this one？ Tell me, are you locked
in the punch？
Hey Andy are you goofing on Elvis？ Hey, baby. Are we losing
touch？
If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon.
If you believe there's nothing up my sleeve, then nothing is
cool.
Moses went walking with the staff of wood. Yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah.
Newton got beaned by the apple good. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Egypt was troubled by the horrible asp. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Mister Charles Darwin had the gall to ask. Yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah.
Hey Andy did you hear about this one？ Tell me, are you locked in
the punch？
Hey, Andy are you goofing on Elvis？ Hey, baby. Are you having
fun？
If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon.
If you believe there's nothing up my sleeve, then nothing is
cool.
Here's a little agit for the never-believer. Yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah.
Here's a little ghost for the offering. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Here's a truck stop instead of Saint Peter's. Yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah.
yeah, yeah, yeah.
Hey Andy did you hear about this one？ Tell me, are you locked in
the punch？
Hey Andy are you goofing on Elvis, hey baby, are we losing
touch？
If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon.
If you believe there's nothing up my sleeve, then nothing is
cool.
2.The Great Beyond(Album Version)
Lyricist：Michael StipeMike MillsPeter Buck
Writer(s)：Michael StipeMike MillsPeter Buck
I've watched the stars fall silent from your eyes
All the sights that i have seen
I can't believe that i believed i wished
That you could see
There's a new planet in the solar system
There's nothing up my sleeve
I'm pushing an elephant up the stairs
I'm tossing up punchlines that were never there
Over my shoulder a piano falls
Crashing to the ground
And all this talk of time
Talk is fine
And i don't want to stay around
Why can't we pantomime, just close our eyes
And sleep sweet dreams
Being here with wings on our feet
I'm breaking through
I'm bending spoons
I'm keeping flowers in full bloom
I'm looking for answers from the great beyond
I want the hummingbirds, the dancing bears
Sweetest dreams of you
Look into the stars
Look into the moon
I'm breaking through
I'm bending spoons
I'm keeping flowers in full bloom
I'm looking for answers from the great, answers from the great
I'm breaking through
I'm bending spoons
I'm keeping flowers in full bloom
I'm looking for answers from the great, answers from the great,
answers
3.Bad Day(Album Version)
Lyricist：BerryBuckMillsStipe
Writer(s)：BerryBuckMillsStipe
A Public service announcement followed me home the other day
I paid it nevermind. Go away.
Shits so thick you could stir it with a stick- free Teflon
whitewashed presidency
We're sick of being jerked around
Wear that on your sleeve
Broadcast me a joyful noise unto the times, lord,
Count your blessings.
We're sick of being jerked around
We all fall down.
Have you ever seen the televised St. vitus subcommittee prize
Investigation dance？ Those-ants-in- pants glances.
Well, look behind the eyes
It's a hallowed, hollow anesthesized
'save my own ass, screw these guys'
smoke and mirror lock down
Broadcast me a joyful noise unto the times, lord,
Count your blessings.
The papers wouldn't lie!
I sigh. Not one more
Its been a bad day.
Please dont take a picture
Its been a bad day.
Please...
We're dug in the deep the price is steep.
The auctioneer is such a creep.
The lights went out, the oil ran dry
We blamed it on the other guy
Sure, all men are created equal.
Heres the church, heres the steeple
Please stay tuned--we cut to sequel
ashes, ashes, we all fall down.
Broadcast me a joyful noise unto the times, lord, Count your
blessings.
Ignore the lowest fears
Ugh, this means war.
Its been a bad day.
Broadcast me a joyful noise unto the times, lord,
Count your blessings.
We're sick of being jerked around
We all fall down.
Its been a bad day...
4.What's The Frequency , Kenneth ？(Album Version)
Lyricist：Bill BerryMichael StipeMike MillsPeter Buck
Writer(s)：Bill BerryMichael StipeMike MillsPeter Buck
'What's the frequency, Kenneth？' is your Benzedrine, uh-huh
I was brain-dead, locked out, numb, not up to speed
I thought I'd pegged you an idiot's dream
Tunnel vision from the outsider's screen
I never understood the frequency, uh-huh
You wore our expectations like an armored suit, uh-huh
I'd studied your cartoons, radio, music, tv, movies, magazines
Richard said, 'Withdrawal in disgust is not the same as apathy'
A smile like the cartoon, tooth for a tooth
You said that irony was the shackles of youth
You wore a shirt of violent green, uh-huh
I never understood the frequency, uh-huh
'What's the frequency, Kenneth？' is your Benzedrine, uh-huh
Butterfly decal, rearview mirror, dogging the scene
You smile like the cartoon, tooth for a tooth
You said that irony was the shackles of youth
You wore a shirt of violent green, uh-huh
I never understood the frequency, uh-huh
You wore our expectations like an armored suit, uh-huh
I couldn't understand
You said that irony was the shackles of youth, uh-huh
I couldn't understand
You wore a shirt of violent green, uh-huh
I couldn't understand
I never understood, don't fuck with me, uh-huh
5.All The Way To Reno(You're Gonna Be A Star)(Album Version)
Lyricist：Michael StipeMike MillsPeter Buck
Writer(s)：Michael StipeMike MillsPeter Buck
humming
all the way to Reno
you've dusted the non-believers
and challenged the laws of chance
now, sweet
you were so sugar sweet
you may as well have had 'kick me'
fastened on your sleeve
you know what you are,
you're gonna be a star
you know what you are
you're gonna be a star
wing
is written on your feet
your Achilles heel
is a tendency
to dream
but you've know that from the beginning
you didn't have to go so far
you didn't have to go.
you know what you are,
you're gonna be a star
you know what you are
you're gonna be a star
you know who you are
you know who you are
you know who you are.
humming
all the way to Reno,
you've written your own directions
and whistled the rules of change
you know what you are
you're gonna be a star
you know what you are
you're gonna be a star
you know what you are
you're gonna be a star
you know what you are
you're gonna be a star
humming
all the way to Reno
all the way to Reno
all the way to Reno
you're gonna be a star, you are
you're gonna be a star
you're gonna be a star, you are
you're gonna be a star
6.Losing My Religion(Album Version)
Lyricist：Bill BerryMichael StipeMike MillsPeter Buck
Writer(s)：Bill BerryMichael StipeMike MillsPeter Buck
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
Oh no I've said too much
I set it up
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
7.E - Bow The Letter(Album Version)
Lyricist：Bill BerryMichael StipeMike MillsPeter Buck
Writer(s)：Bill BerryMichael StipeMike MillsPeter Buck
Look up, what do you see？
All of you and all of me
Fluorescent and starry
Some of them, they surprise
The bus ride, I went to write this, 4：00 a.m.
This letter
Fields of poppies, little pearls
All the boys and all the girls sweet-toothed
Each and every one a little scary
I said your name
I wore it like a badge of teenage film stars
Hash bars, cherry mash and tinfoil tiaras
Dreaming of Maria Callas
Whoever she is
This fame thing, I don't get it
I wrap my hand in plastic to try to look through it
Maybelline eyes and girl-as-boy moves
I can take you far
This star thing, I don't get it
I'll take you over, there
I'll take you over, there
Aluminum, tastes like fear
Adrenaline, it pulls us near
I'll take you over
It tastes like fear, there
I'll take you over
Will you live to 83？
Will you ever welcome me？
Will you show me something that nobody else has seen？
Smoke it, drink
Here comes the flood
Anything to thin the blood
These corrosives do their magic slowly and sweet
Phone, eat it, drink
Just another chink
Cuts and dents, they catch the light
Aluminum, the weakest link
I don't want to disappoint you
I'm not here to anoint you
I would lick your feet
But is that the sickest move？
I wear my own crown and sadness and sorrow
And who'd have thought tomorrow could be so strange？
My loss, and here we go again
I'll take you over, there
I'll take you over, there
Aluminum, tastes like fear
Adrenaline, it pulls us near
I'll take you over
It tastes like fear, there
I'll take you over
Look up, what do you see？
All of you and all of me
Fluorescent and starry
Some of them, they surprise
I can't look it in the eyes
Seconal, spanish fly, absinthe, kerosene
Cherry-flavored neck and collar
I can smell the sorrow on your breath
The sweat, the victory and sorrow
The smell of fear, I got it
I'll take you over, there
I'll take you over, there
Aluminum, tastes like fear
Adrenaline, it pulls us near
I'll take you over
It tastes like fear, there
I'll take you over
Pulls us near
Tastes like fear..
Nearer, nearer
over, over, over, over
Yeah, look over
I'll take you there, oh, yeah
I'll take you there
Oh, over
I'll take you there
Over, let me
I'll take you there..
There, there, baby, yeah
8.Orange Crush(Album Version)
Lyricist：Bill BerryMichael StipeMike MillsPeter Buck
Writer(s)：Bill BerryMichael StipeMike MillsPeter Buck
Follow me, don't follow me
I've got my spine, I've got my orange crush
Collar me, don't collar me
I've got my spine, I've got my orange crush
We are agents of the free
I've had my fun and now its time to
Serve your conscience overseas(over me, not over me)
Coming in fast, over me
High on the booze
in a tent
paved with blood,
nine-inch howl,
brave the night,
chopper comin' in, you hope.
We'd circle and we'd circle and we'd circle to stop and consider
and
centered on the pavement stacked up all the trucks jacked up and
our wheels in slush and orange crush in pocket and all this here
county
hell any county it's just like heaven here and I was remembering
and I
was just in a different county and all then this whirlybird that
I
headed for I had my goggles pulled off I knew it all I knew
every back
road and every truck stop
9.Imitation Of Life(Album Version)
Lyricist：Michael StipeMike MillsPeter Buck
Writer(s)：Michael StipeMike MillsPeter Buck
charades, pop skill
water hyacinth, named by a poet.
imitation of life
like a koi in a frozen pond
like a goldfish in a bowl
I dont want to hear you cry
thats sugarcane that tasted good
thats cinnamon thats hollywood
c'mon c'mon no one can see you try
you want the greatest thing
the greatest thing since bread came sliced.
you've got it all, you've got it sized.
like a friday fashion show teenager
freezing in the corner
trying to look like you dont try
thats sugarcane that tasted good.
thats cinnamon thats hollywood
c'mon c'mon no one can see you try
no one can see you cry
thats sugarcane that tasted good
thats freezing rain thats what you could
c'mon c'mon no one can see you cry
this sugarcane
this lemonade
this hurricane, i'm not afraid.
c'mon c'mon no one can see me cry
this lightning storm
this tidal wave
this avalanche, i'm not afraid.
c'mon c'mon no one can see me cry
thats sugarcane that tasted good
thats who you are, thats what you could
c'mon c'mon no one can see you cry
thats sugarcane that tasted good
thats who you are, thats what you could
c'mon c'mon no one can see you cry
10.Daysleeper(Album Version)
Lyricist：Michael StipeMike MillsPeter Buck
Writer(s)：Michael StipeMike MillsPeter Buck
receiving dept., 3 a.m.
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
I see today with a newsprint fray
my night is colored headache grey
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
I'm the screen, I work at night.
I see today with a newsprint fray
my night is colored headache grey
don't wake me with so much.
daysleeper.
I cried the other night
I can't even say why
fluorescent flat caffeine lights
its furious balancing
I'm the screen, the blinding light
I'm the screen, I work at night
I see today...
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.
11.Animal(Album Version)
Lyricist：BuckMillsStipe
Writer(s)：BuckMillsStipe
Hey what's the big deal？
Tell me how to feel？
I know where we boomeranged and fell from grace.
Point me to the stars I'm up for the chase.
I know where we fell on our face.
Jump with me.
You jump with me.
Hey, what's the big deal？
I'm an animal.
(The answer landed on my rooftop. Whoa.)
I'm an animal.
(The future and the truth, on my rooftop. Whoa.)
I'm an animal.
(Whoa)
I don't wanna boomerang.
I don't wanna cannonball.
I'm not angling.
I don't want to fall.
Tell me I'm the anchor of my own ascension.
Tell me I'm a tourist in the 4th dimension？
Hey, what's the big deal？
I'm an animal.
(The answer landed on my rooftop. Whoa.)
I'm an animal.
(The future and the truth, on my rooftop. Whoa.)
I'm an animal.
(Whoa)
Work it out.
I am vibrating at the speed of light.
Take my hand, we'll wind up the night.
Spin me, Win me, Lift me, Kiss me.
Trap me, Cuss me, Bend me, Trust me.
Touch me now.
you take my hand.
you trust me now
you understand.
So, what's the big deal？
I'm an animal.
(The answer landed on my rooftop. Whoa.)
I'm an animal.
(The future and the truth, on my rooftop. Whoa.)
I'm an animal.
(Whoa)
I am vibrating at the speed of light.
12.The Sidewinder Sleeps Tonite(Album Version )
Lyricist：Bill BerryMichael StipeMike MillsPeter Buck
Writer(s)：Bill BerryMichael StipeMike MillsPeter Buck
This here is the place I will be staying.
There isn't a number. You can call the pay phone.
Let it ring a long, long, long, long time.
If I don't pick up, hang up, call back, let it ring some more.
If I don't pick up, pick up... The sidewinder sleeps, sleeps,
sleeps in a coil
Call me when you try to wake her up. Call me when you try to
wake her.
Call me when you try to wake her up. Call me when you try to
wake her.
Call me when you try to wake her up. Call me when you try to
wake her.
There are scratches all around the coin slot
like a heartbeat, baby trying to wake up,
but this machine can only swallow money.
You can't lay a patch by computer design.
It's just a lot of stupid, stupid signs.
Tell her,
tell her she can kiss my ass, then laugh and say that you were
only kidding.
That way she'll know that it's really, really, really, really
me.
Call me when you try to wake her up. Call me when you try to
wake her.
Call me when you try to wake her up. Call me when you try to
wake her.
Call me when you try to wake her up. Call me when you try to
wake her.
Baby, instant soup doesn't really grab me.
Today I need something more sub-sub-sub-substantial.
A can of beans or blackeyed peas, some Nescafe and ice,
a candy bar, a falling star, or a reading of Doctor Seuss;
Call me when you try to wake her up. Call me when you try to
wake her.
Call me when you try to wake her up. Call me when you try to
wake her.
Call me when you try to wake her up. Call me when you try to
wake her.
The cat in the hat came back, wrecked a lot of havoc on the way,
always had a smile and a reason to pretend.
But their world has flat backgrounds and little need to sleep
but to dream.
The sidewinder sleeps on his back.
Call me when you try to wake her up. Call me when you try to
wake her.
Call me when you try to wake her up. Call me when you try to
wake her.
I can always sleep standing up. Call me when you try to wake
her.
Call me when you try to wake her up. Call me when you try to
wake her.
Call me when you try to wake her up. Call me when you try to
wake her.
I can always sleep standing up. Call me when you try to wake
her.
Call me when you try to wake her up. Call me when you try to
wake her.
I can always sleep standing up. Call me when you try to wake
her.
I can always sleep standing up. Call me when you try to wake
her.
We've got to moogie, moogie, move on this one.
13.Stand(Album Version)
Lyricist：Bill BerryMichael StipeMike MillsPeter Buck
Writer(s)：Bill BerryMichael StipeMike MillsPeter Buck
Stand in the place where you live
Now face North
Think about direction
Wonder why you haven't before
Now stand in the place where you work
Now face West
Think about the place where you live
Wonder why you haven't before
If you are confused check with the sun
Carry a compass to help you along
Your feet are going to be on the ground
Your head is there to move you around
Your feet are going to be on the ground
Your head is there to move you around
If wishes were trees the trees would be falling
Listen to reason
Season is calling
If wishes were trees the trees would be falling
Listen to reason
Reason is calling
Your feet are going to be on the ground
Your head is there to move you around
So Stand(stand)
Now face North
Think about direction, wonder why you haven't before
Now stand(stand)
Now face West
Think about the place where you live
Wonder why you haven't
Stand in the place where you are(Now face North)
Stand in the place where you are(Now face West)
Your feet are going to be on the ground(Stand in the place where
you are)
Your head is there to move you around, so stand.
14.Electrolite(Album Version)
Lyricist：Bill BerryMichael StipeMike MillsPeter Buck
Writer(s)：Bill BerryMichael StipeMike MillsPeter Buck
Your eyes are burning holes through me.
I'm gasoline. I'm burnin' clean.
Twentieth century go and sleep.
You're Pleistocene. That is obscene. That is obscene.
You are the star tonight.
Your sun electric, outasight.
Your light eclipsed the moon tonight.
Electrolite.
You're outasight.
If I ever want to fly.
Mulholland Drive.
I am alive.
Hollywood is under me.
I'm Martin Sheen
I'm Steve McQueen
I'm Jimmy Dean
You are the star tonight.
Your sun electric, outasight.
Your light eclipsed the moon tonight.
Electrolite.
You're outasight.
If you ever want to fly.
Mulholland Drive.
Up in the sky.
Stand on a cliff and look down there.
Don't be scared
you are alive.
You are alive.
You are the star tonight.
Your sun electric outasight.
Your light eclipsed the moon tonight.
Electrolite.
You're outasight.
Twentieth century go and sleep.
Really deep. We won't blink
Your eyes are burning holes through me.
I'm not scared I'm outta here.
I'm not scared. I'm outta here.
15.All The Right Friends(Album Version)
Lyricist：Bill BerryMichael StipeMike MillsPeter Buck
Writer(s)：Bill BerryMichael StipeMike MillsPeter Buck
I know you say
Maybe some day
I need never be alone
I know i say
It's the right way
But you'll never be the one
I've been walking alone
For a long long, long time
I don't wanna hang out now
With the folks that just don't mind
While you party
You've been looking
But your searching never ends
You've been saying
With the wrong crowd
You've got all the right friends
I've been walking alone
For a long, long time
I don't gotta hang out
With the friends that just aren't mine
I don't wanna be with you anymore
I just don't want you anymore
I don't wanna be with you anymore
I just don't want you anymore
I know you say
Maybe some day
I need never be alone
I know i say it's the right way,
But you'll never be alone
I don't wanna be with you anymore
I just don't want you anymore
I don't wanna talk to you anymore
I don't like your way you walk anyhow
16.Everybody Hurts(Album Version)
Lyricist：Bill BerryMichael StipeMike MillsPeter Buck
Writer(s)：Bill BerryMichael StipeMike MillsPeter Buck
When the day is long and the night, the night is yours alone,
when you're sure you've had enough of this life, well hang on.
Don't let yourself go, everybody cries and everybody hurts
sometimes.
Sometimes everything is wrong. Now it's time to sing along.
When your day is night alone,(hold on, hold on)
if you feel like letting go,(hold on)
when you think you've had too much of this life, well hang on.
Everybody hurts. Take comfort in your friends.
Everybody hurts. Don't throw your hand. Oh, no. Don't throw your
hand.
If you feel like you're alone, no, no, no, you are not alone
If you're on your own in this life, the days and nights are
long,
when you think you've had too much of this life to hang on.
Well, everybody hurts sometimes,
everybody cries. And everybody hurts sometimes.
And everybody hurts sometimes. So, hold on, hold on.
Hold on, hold on. Hold on, hold on. Hold on, hold on.(repeat ＆
fade)
(Everybody hurts. You are not alone.)
17.At My Most Beautiful(Album Version)
Lyricist：Michael StipeMike MillsPeter Buck
Writer(s)：Michael StipeMike MillsPeter Buck
I've found a way to make you
I've found a way
a way to make you smile
I read bad poetry
into your machine
I save your messages
just to hear your voice.
you always listen carefully
to awkwards rhymes.
you always say your name.
like I woulden't know it's you,
at your most beautiful.
I've found a way to make you
I've found a way
a way to make you smile
at my most beautiful
I count your eyelashes secretly.
with every one, whisper I love you.
I let you sleep.
I know you're closed eye watching me,
listening.
I thought I saw a smile.
I've found a way to make you
I've found a way
a way to make you smile
18.Nightswimming(Album Version)
Lyricist：Bill BerryMichael StipeMike MillsPeter Buck
Writer(s)：Bill BerryMichael StipeMike MillsPeter Buck
Nightswimming deserves a quiet night.
The photograph on the dashboard, taken years ago,
turned around backwards so the windshield shows.
Every streetlight reveals the picture in reverse.
Still, it's so much clearer.
I forgot my shirt at the water's edge.
The moon is low tonight.
Nightswimming deserves a quiet night.
I'm not sure all these people understand.
It's not like years ago,
The fear of getting caught,
of recklessness and water.
They cannot see me naked.
These things, they go away,
replaced by everyday.
Nightswimming, remembering that night.
September's coming soon.
I'm pining for the moon.
And what if there were two
Side by side in orbit
Around the fairest sun？
That bright, tight forever drum
could not describe nightswimming.
You, I thought I knew you.
You I cannot judge.
You, I thought you knew me,
this one laughing quietly underneath my breath.
Nightswimming.
The photograph reflects,
every streetlight a reminder.
Nightswimming deserves a quiet night, deserves a quiet night.
19.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)
20.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
21.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
(don't talk to me)
Don't talk to me
(don't talk to me)
Don't talk to me about being alone
22.Chance(Dub)(Previously Unreleased)
Lyricist：Bill BerryMichael StipeMike MillsPeter Buck
Writer(s)：Bill BerryMichael StipeMike MillsPeter Buck
Chance, chance, chance, chance
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!
23.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
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
Hey, hey
Get whatever you want
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
It's a free world baby
Get whatever you want
Get whatever you want
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
It's a free world baby
It's a free world baby
24.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.
Hey kids, shake a leg.
Maybe you're crazy in the head, baby.
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 back, baby.
Hey kids, rock and roll.
Nobody tells you where to go, baby.
Maybe you did. Maybe you walk.
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.
25.Star Me Kitten(Album Version)(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 glovebox 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 possesion.
Nothing's free so, fuck me kitten.
I'm in your possesion.
So, fuck me kitten.
26.Revolution(Album Version)
Lyricist：BerryBuckMillsStipe
Writer(s)：BerryBuckMillsStipe
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Your revolution is a silly idea, yeah
All your friends are feeling sad
It's like you need a reason to be feeling bad, yeah
You sport an armband when your good and mad, yeah
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, i picked up a bad vibration
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
We've been sorry for great too long, yeah
But a scum is rising, yeah
27.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 near.
where is the road I follow
to leave, 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, 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,
that temper madness with an even extreme.
That's what keeps me
that's what keeps me
that's what keeps me down
I say that I'm a bantam lightweight
I say that I'm a phantom airplane
that never left the ground.
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 me, lift me,
I attain my dream.
I lost myself, I lost the
heartache calling me.
I lost myself in sorrow
I lost myself in pain.
I lost myself in clarity,
memory, 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'll walk into the sea
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'
28.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.
29.The Lifting(Demo Version)
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, and 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've always marked 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've 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 never known
30.Beat A Drum(Demo Version)
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
seahorses if we were in the sea
halfway from coal, halfway to diamond.
my fall knocked a mean chip out of me.
I'm gathering as far as I can reach
we're 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 it's everything
this is all I want it's all I need.
a bluejay hectors from the felled catalpa tree
doctorate in science and a theologian's
dream
the dragonflies are trying to lecture me
seahorses if we were in the sea
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 coal
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.
31.2Jn(Non - Album Track)
32.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
33.Country Feedback(Live)(Athens 1992)
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 a 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 paper weight, 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
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