Lyric Spam
Work is kicking my ass today, so much for the boss’ Low-Impact week. I’m starting to hate when he says that because it is usually the cue for all the s**t to hit the fan. It's past 6 and i'm still here for at least a while longer.
I’ve been consoling myself with R.E.M. most of the afternoon. If you guys didn’t already know, I live and breathe R.E.M. Don’t get me wrong, I very much pride myself on having eclectic taste in music. I won’t go into details of my cd collection, but I have a fair few enough to be considered sick by some. I don’t think I have nearly enough. I haven’t even gotten all of it on my iPod, just the stuff I really like and that still 3,500+ songs. This being said, R.E.M. is still the group I go back to time and time again; The music that makes me happy, makes me sad, consoles me, soothes me and just gets me through.
When I’m at my worse, I turn to “Automatic For The People”. Released October 6th 1992, this is my favorite R.E.M. record and the one that means the most to me. I got my first copy the day it was released, I got home from school that day to have my mom hand me the tape (Yeah, cassettes were still the big thing then). She got me it for no other reason then I had been taking non-stop about wanting it the day it came out, and she knew how much I liked the band.
Since that day, I’ve gone through 5 copies of the album (2 on cassette, 3 on CD. Yes, oh yes, you can warp a cd with too much wear). From 1992 to Today, I’ve always had a copy of the album with me. It’s an emotional album for me, a meditative one as well. The whole of the album is a bit melancholy, but down deep there is hope.
The final two songs on the album are the lyrics I would like to share with you. (all music and lyrics by Berry, Buck, Mills & Stipe).
Nightswimming
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.
Find The River
Hey now, little speedyhead,
the read on the speedmeter says
you have to go to task in the city
where people drown and people serve.
Don't be shy. Your just deserve
is only just light years to go.
Me, my thoughts are flower strewn
ocean storm, bayberry moon.
I have got to leave to find my way.
Watch the road and memorize
this life that pass before my eyes.
Nothing is going my way.
The ocean is the river's goal,
a need to leave the water knows
We're closer now than light years to go.
I have got to find the river,
bergamot and vetiver
run through my head and fall away.
Leave the road and memorize
this life that pass before my eyes.
Nothing is going my way.
There's no one left to take the lead,
but I tell you and you can see
we're closer now than light years to go.
Pick up here and chase the ride.
The river empties to the tide.
Fall into the ocean.
The river to the ocean goes,
a fortune for the undertow.
None of this is going my way.
There is nothing left to throw
of Ginger, lemon, indigo,
coriander stem and rose of hay.
Strength and courage overrides
the privileged and weary eyes
of river poet search naivete.
Pick up here and chase the ride.
The river empties to the tide.
All of this is coming your way.
I’ve been consoling myself with R.E.M. most of the afternoon. If you guys didn’t already know, I live and breathe R.E.M. Don’t get me wrong, I very much pride myself on having eclectic taste in music. I won’t go into details of my cd collection, but I have a fair few enough to be considered sick by some. I don’t think I have nearly enough. I haven’t even gotten all of it on my iPod, just the stuff I really like and that still 3,500+ songs. This being said, R.E.M. is still the group I go back to time and time again; The music that makes me happy, makes me sad, consoles me, soothes me and just gets me through.
When I’m at my worse, I turn to “Automatic For The People”. Released October 6th 1992, this is my favorite R.E.M. record and the one that means the most to me. I got my first copy the day it was released, I got home from school that day to have my mom hand me the tape (Yeah, cassettes were still the big thing then). She got me it for no other reason then I had been taking non-stop about wanting it the day it came out, and she knew how much I liked the band.
Since that day, I’ve gone through 5 copies of the album (2 on cassette, 3 on CD. Yes, oh yes, you can warp a cd with too much wear). From 1992 to Today, I’ve always had a copy of the album with me. It’s an emotional album for me, a meditative one as well. The whole of the album is a bit melancholy, but down deep there is hope.
The final two songs on the album are the lyrics I would like to share with you. (all music and lyrics by Berry, Buck, Mills & Stipe).
Nightswimming
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.
Find The River
Hey now, little speedyhead,
the read on the speedmeter says
you have to go to task in the city
where people drown and people serve.
Don't be shy. Your just deserve
is only just light years to go.
Me, my thoughts are flower strewn
ocean storm, bayberry moon.
I have got to leave to find my way.
Watch the road and memorize
this life that pass before my eyes.
Nothing is going my way.
The ocean is the river's goal,
a need to leave the water knows
We're closer now than light years to go.
I have got to find the river,
bergamot and vetiver
run through my head and fall away.
Leave the road and memorize
this life that pass before my eyes.
Nothing is going my way.
There's no one left to take the lead,
but I tell you and you can see
we're closer now than light years to go.
Pick up here and chase the ride.
The river empties to the tide.
Fall into the ocean.
The river to the ocean goes,
a fortune for the undertow.
None of this is going my way.
There is nothing left to throw
of Ginger, lemon, indigo,
coriander stem and rose of hay.
Strength and courage overrides
the privileged and weary eyes
of river poet search naivete.
Pick up here and chase the ride.
The river empties to the tide.
All of this is coming your way.