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R.E.M.
R.E.M.


Background information
Origin Athens, Georgia, United States
Genre(s) College Rock
Alternative Rock
Years active 1980—present
Label(s) New West Records
Associated acts The Minus 5
Automatic Baby
The Baseball Project
Hindu Love Gods
Tuatara
Website Website
Members
Michael Stipe
Peter Buck
Mike Mills
Former members
Bill Berry



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R.E.M. Album


Accelerate (03/31/2008)
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It's only when your poison spins into the life you'd hoped to live
That suddenly you wake up in a shaking panic - wow!
You set me up like a lamb to slaughter
Garbo as a farmer's daughter
Unbelievable, the gospel according to who?
I lay right down.

All your sad and lost apostles hum my name and flare their nostrils
Choking on the bones you toss to them
Well I'm not one to sit and spin
'Cause living well's the best revenge
Baby, I am calling you on that

Don't turn your talking points on me, history will set me free
The future's ours and you don't even read the footnote now!
So who's chasing you? Where did you go?
You disappeared mid-sentence
In a judgement crisis I see my anecdote for it
You weakened shell.

All your sad and lost apostles hum my name and flare their nostrils
Choking on the bones you toss to them
Well I'm not one to sit and spin
'Cause living well's the best revenge
Baby, I am calling you on that

You savour your dying breath
Well, I forgive but I don't forget
You work it out, let's hear that argument again
Camera three... GO NOW!

All your sad and lost apostles hum my name and flare their nostrils
Choking on the bones you toss to them
Well I'm not one to sit and spin
'Cause living well's the best revenge
Baby, I am calling you on that
Baby, I am calling you on that
Baby, I am calling you on

. . .


Turning on the TV and what do I see?
A pageantry of empty gestures all lined up for me - wow!
I'd have thought by now we would be ready to proceed
But a tearful hymn to tug the heart
And a man-sized wreath - ow!

Throw it on the fire
Throw it in the air
Kick it out on the dance-floor like you just don't care, oh
Give me the sound

Wave the palms, steal the alms, fists in the air
A motorcade up benign shows the people that you care - ow!
Nature abhors a vacuum but what's between your ears?
Your judgement clouded with fearful thoughts
A headlights and a deer - ow!

Throw it on the fire
Throw it in the air
Kick it out on the dance-floor like you just don't care
Look at what I've found

Everybody look around
Everybody looking like they just don't care, oh
Give me the sound

Well I'm not deceived by pomp and odious conceit
But a tearful hymn to tug the heart
And a man-sized wreath-ow!

Throw it on the fire
Throw it in the air
Kick it out on the dance-floor like you just don't care
Look at what I've found
Everybody look around
Everybody looking like they just don't care

Throw it on the fire
Throw it in the air
Kick it out on the dance-floor like you just don't care, oh
Give me the sound
Give me the sound
Give me the sound

. . .


Everybody here
Comes from somewhere
If they would just as soon forget
A disguise
Disguised as they know you made you feel it
At the summer camp they volunteered
No one saw your face, no one saw your fear
You got apparition just appeared
Took you up and away from this place and shared
Humiliation
Of your teenage nation
Nobody cares no one remembers or cares
If your fantasies are
Dressed up in travesties
Enjoy yourself with no regrets

So if you call out safe then I'll stop right away
When premise explodes and the room starts to shake
The details shift
And the stories the same
You don't have to explain
You don't have to explain
Humiliation
Of your teenage nation
No one cares
If your fantasies are
Dressed up in travesties
Enjoy yourself with no regrets

Everybody here comes from somewhere
If they would just as soon forget, disguise
So if you call out safe then I'll stop right away
When the premise explodes and the room starts to shake
The details shift
With the stories the same
You don't have to explain
You don't have to explain
Humiliation
Of your teenage nation
This celebration
Of your teenage nation
Nobody cares no one remembers and nobody cares
Nobody cares no one remembers and nobody cares

. . .


I've been lost inside my head
Echoes fall on me
I took the priceless night for complicated mess
Persuading things I didn't mean and don't believe

Believe in me
Believe in nothing
Corner me
And make me something
I've become the hollow man, I
I've become the hollow man I see

Oh, I see this echoing
You have placed your trust in me
I went upside down
I emptied up the room
Thirty seconds left
I can't believe you held your ground

Believe in me
Believe in nothing

Corner me
And make me something
I've become the hollow man, I
I've become the hollow man I see

I'm overwhelmed
I'm on repeat
I'm emptied out
I'm incomplete
You trusted me
I want to show you
I don't want to be the hollow man

Believe in me
Believe in nothing
Corner me
And make me something
I've become the hollow man, I
I've become the hollow man I see
I see

. . .


If the storm doesn't kill me the government will
I've got to get that out of my head
It's a new day today and the coffee is strong
I've finally got some rest

So a man's put to task and challenges
I was taught to hold my head high
Collect what is mine,
Make the best of what today has

Houston is filled with promise
Laredo is a beautiful place
Galveston sings like that song that I loved
Its meaning has not been erased

And so there are claims forgiven
And so there are things that are gone

Houston is filled with promise
Laredo is a beautiful place
Galveston sings like that song that I loved
Its meaning has not been erased

And some things, they fall to the wayside
Their memory is yet to be still
Belief has not filled me
And so I am put to the test

. . .


Sinking fast, the weight chained to my feet
No time to argue with belief
I'm not alone, a thousand others dropping
Faster than me
What put me here?
Nothing to hold on to
Nowhere to brake

Where is the ripcord, the trapdoor, the key?
Where is the cartoon escape-hatch for me?
No time to question the choices I make
I've got to follow another direction (although fall down is much cooler)

The last thing I remember was climbing up the stairs
I threw the window open in challenge and despair
I don't know what I needed
I needed time
I needed to escape
I saw the future turn
Upside-down and hesitate.

Where is the ripcord, the trapdoor, the key?
Where is the cartoon escape-hatch for me?
No time to question the choices I make
I've got to follow another direction

Accelerate.

The vista I see now is changing
Uncertainty is suffocating
Our hope has never felt so great and
Lit up down
A pounding pulse
To make it go
Make it slow down,
Go.

Where is the ripcord, the trapdoor, the key?
Where is the cartoon escape-hatch for me?
No time to question the choices I make
I've got to follow another direction.

The city's burning, it's like it's ready to explode
Accelerate to make it slow
Make it go
Accelerate to make it slow
Make it go
I'm incomplete
I'm incomplete
I'm incomplete.

. . .


The battle's been lost, the war is not won
An addled republic, a bitter refund
The business first flat earthers licking their wounds
The verdict is dire, the country's in ruins

Providence blinked, facing the sun
Where are we left to carry on
Until the day is done
Until the day is done

As we've written our stories to entertain
These notions of glory and bull market gain
The teleprompt flutters, the power surge brings
An easy speed message falls into routine

Providence blinked, facing the sun
Where are we left to carry on
Until the day is done
Until the day is done

A voice whispers "Son,
The blessed vision comes."
What have I done
What have I done

So hold tight your babies and your guns
Forgive us our trespasses, father and son

Providence blinked, facing the sun
Where are we left to carry on
Until the day is done
Until the day is done
Until the day is done
Until the day is done
Until the day is done
Until the day is done

. . .


Mr. Richards, your position
Is a messenger pigeon
Left behind you when the camp moved on.
We thought that you would listen
But the words had never crystallized
Into a truth that you might own, hey hey.

Mr. Richards, your decision.
Pay attention, pay attention.

Mr. Richards, you're forgiven
For a narrow lack of vision
But the fires are still raging on.
The public's got opinions
And these consequences border on
The compound that you raised
Will sell it see, hey hey.

Mr. Richards, your decision.
Pay attention, pay attention.

So listen, your intention;
Sign the papers, stamp the ribbon.
You're mistaken if you think we'll just forget.

You can thump your chest and rattle,
Stand in front of your piano,
But we know what's going on.
Yes we know what's going on.
We're the children of the choir, hey
And we know what's going on.

Mr. Richards, your conviction
Had us cheering in the kitchen,
Now the jury's eating pigeon pie.
So tell me how is prison?
Have they taught you how to listen?
We've begun to bridge the schism.
Pay attention, pay attention.

Mr. Richards, your decision.
Pay attention, pay attention.

You can thump your chest and rattle,
Stand in front of your piano
But we know what's going on.
Yes we know what's going on.
We're the children of the choir, hey
From the compound fire, hey
And we know what's going on.
Yes we know what's going on.

. . .


It feels in dreams
That everything is there for you
The city breathes and pulses
It's for you electron blue

I knew that you could see right through it
So this is where I give in to the machine
Lift up your voice feel gravity's pull
Drown out the siren's ring (or silent dream)

Oh...

It's all here where I keep it
It's all in the submarine
It's all a lot less frightening
Than you would have had it be
But that's the good news my darling
It is what it's going to be
So sing, sing for the submarine

I tried to explain how it all begins
How its all destroyed and built again
I knew that you could not believe me
But now you're here and it's different
How the light shines in your eyes
In every second or situ
It's then that I realised
That the world as we know it
The High speed train
We'll pick it all up and start again

It's all here where I keep it
It's all in the submarine
It's all a lot less frightening
Than you would have had it be
But that's the good news my darling
It is what it's going to be
So sing, sing for the submarine

The city did not collapse in a shudder
The rain it never came
At least my confessions made you laugh
I know it's a little crazed
But these dreams...
They seem so real to me

It's all here where I keep it
It's all in the submarine
It's all a lot less frightening
Than you would have had it be
But that's the good news my darling
It is what it's going to be
So sing, sing for the submarine

So this is where you trust me
And this where it begins
It's all a lot less frightening
Your tear you let it in
Tyrel and his mechanical owl
A moth disguised as a leaf...
Don't tell me what tomorrow brings
Climb into the hidden machine and
Sing sing sing sing sing sing
Sing sing for the submarine

. . .


I could have kept my head down
I might have kept my mouth shut
I should have held my own,
You lead a horse to water and you watch him drown.

You're only as big as your battles.
Rattle my cage with your shadow.
I'm a phantom-weight with a mouth full of feathers,
Don't you know that what comes around goes around?

I'm not that easy,
I am not your horse to water.
I hold my breath I come around, round, round.

Don't darken my doorstep again,
You're mixing up living in chin-chin,
You're mixing up lose with win-win,
You lead a horse to water and you watch him drown.

You stumble on glass top table,
TV's chewing shock-gone cable
Pump me up a beanstalk fable
And I'll call this entertainment
'cause Humpty's falling down.

I'm not that easy,
I am not your horse to water.
I hold my breath I come around, round, round.

Pick a fight an ultra-buzzy bubble
Friday night fuckin' fried-up pub crawl
Phantom-weight with a mouth full of feathers,
Don't you know that what comes around goes around?

I'm not that easy,
I am not your horse to water.
I hold my breath I come around, round, round.

It's not that easy
I am not your horse to water
I hold my breath, I come around, round, round
It's going down, down, down
This runaround, round, round
Is bound to pound
The daylights out of you!

. . .


Death is pretty final
I'm collecting vinyl
I'm gonna dj
at the end of the world!

'cause if Heaven does exists
with a kickin' playlist
I don't wanna miss it
at the end of the world!

Hey steady steady
Hey steady steady
I don't wanna go until I'm
good and ready...


...it's on my mind
and it's in my mind
and it's what I found
and it's what I find

'cause it's on my mind
and it's in my mind
and it's what I found
and it's what I find
Oh my oh my

But "I'll spin my way right
through it.",
claims enthusiast Jack Pruitt.
as the moths circle the moon,
as you're circling the room--

"Music will provide the light
you cannot resist."
you cannot resist
you cannot resist

And the fanzines that get tangled
as you willie and you wangle
in your walk-up in Seattle
where you fought the nascent battle.
and you threw the thread and throttle

Let us raise another bottle--
raise another bottle
raise another bottle

Because death is pretty final
I'm collecting vinyl
I'm gonna dj
at the end of the world

Hey steady steady
Hey steady steady
I don't wanna go until I'm
good and ready!

...it's on my mind
and it's in my mind
and it's what I found
and it's what I find

'cause it's on my mind
and it's in my mind
and it's what I found
and it's what I find
Oh my oh my/I've got to try!

I'm gonna dj
I'm gonna dj
I'm gonna dj, yeah!

. . .


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