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R.E.M- bad day
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. Here's the church, here's 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. Embrace the lowest fear/Ignore the lower 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... |
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| 2. |
| 4:40 | 
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| 3. |
| 8:23 |
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Different light
Searching for the truth I find That I am running quite short of time And I am no longer certain of my destiny Different light Things that I once thought were right Are now reflected in a different light And it seemed that I overlooked a part of me I had overlooked a part of me I was escaping my reality Different light Searching for the truth I find Is that what I thought was peace of mind? It was only me escaping my reality I had overlooked a part of me I was escaping my reality I had questioned my philosophy So that I can see the truth in me Searching for the truth I found out what I thought would be Peace of mind Things that should’ve stayed the same Are prone to change Now I’ve seen a little light I had overlooked a part of me I was escaping my reality I have questioned my philosophy So that I could see the truth in me Different Light I had overlooked a part of me I was escaping my reality And I have questioned my philosophy So that I could see the truth in me |
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| 5. |
| 4:27 |
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They say Taylor was a good girl,
never one to be late complain, express ideas in her brain. Working on the night shift, passing out the tickets, You're gonna have to pay her if you want to park here. Well mommy's little dancer is quite a little secret Working on the streets now, never gonna keep it. It's quite an imposition and now she's only wishin That she would have listened to the words they said...Poor Taylor. She just wanders around, unaffected by, the winter winds here, she'll pretend that She's somwhere else, so far and clear about two thousand miles, from here. - 간 주 중 - Well Peter Patrick pitter patters on the window, the sunny silhouette won't let him in. Poor old Pete's got nothing cuz he's been falling, And somehow sunny knows just where he's been. He thinks that singin on Sunday's gonna save his soul, now that Saturday's gone. And sometimes he thinks that he's on his way, but i can see, that his brake lights are on. He just wanders around, unaffected by, the winter winds here, and he'll pretend that, he's somewhere else, so far and clear, about two thousand miles...from here - 간 주 중 - Such a tough enchilada, filled up with nada, givin what you gotta give to get a dollar bill. Used to be a limber chicken, times have been a ticking, now she's finger lickin to the man, With the money in his pocket, flying in his rocket, only stopping by on his way to a better world. If Taylor finds a better world, then Taylor's gonna run away. |
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| 6. |
| 4:14 |
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Well, I'll meet you in the middle and I'll crawl to the edge
And I'll stand there forever just to see if I can And I'll cry a river as I lay in your bed 'Cause I need you like I need the rain And I need you like I need the man And I need you like I've never needed anything before 'Cause we're just running wild and young It was only just for fun This melancholy love Well, I'll see you there in your midtown square And I'll see you there and I just won't care And I'll hold you down but I'll never let you fall 'Cause we're just running wild and young It was only just for fun This melancholy love But could you tell me why I feel so sad about it? Could you tell me why? Well, I'll meet you in the middle and I'll crawl to the edge And I'll stand there forever just to see if I can And I'll cry a river as I lay in your bed 'Cause we're just running wild and young It was only just for fun This melancholy love Yeah, we we're running wild and young It was only just for fun, wasn't it? This melancholy love Could you tell me why I feel so sad about it? Could you tell me why I feel so sad about it? Could you tell me why I feel so sad about it? Could you tell me why I feel so sad about it? Could you tell me why I feel so sad about it? |
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| 4:16 |
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I woke up this mornin' and none of the news was good
And death machines were rumblin' 'cross the ground where Jesus stood And the man on my TV told me that it had always been that way And there was nothin' anyone could do or say And I almost listened to him Yeah, I almost lost my mind Then I regained my senses again And looked into my heart to find That I believe that one fine day all the children of Abraham Will lay down their swords forever in Jerusalem Well maybe I'm only dreamin' and maybe I'm just a fool But I don't remember learnin' how to hate in Sunday school But somewhere along the way I strayed and I never looked back again But I still find some comfort now and then Then the storm comes rumblin' in And I can't lay me down And the drums are drummin' again And I can't stand the sound But I believe there'll come a day when the lion and the lamb Will lie down in peace together in Jerusalem And there'll be no barricades then There'll be no wire or walls And we can wash all this blood from our hands And all this hatred from our souls And I believe that on that day all the children of Abraham Will lay down their swords forever in Jerusalem |
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| 2:10 |
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I wish I saved it for rainy days,
'Cause they're the hardest to stay dry. Got no self control, I'm always beggin' into telephones. And then I, I bought a little from my brother's friend, Yeah, well just to get me by. I don't trust his cup, The effect's never as high as the markup. I think I'll print it in the personals, That I'm looking for a match. Someone to light me up, Someone to burn the proof of the things that I've done. Each day there's hours, skip like a stone. I just crawl in a bag, I'm gonna live my life like somebody's shadow. I know I'm lazy with the little things, I mean I never held a door. But I still loved you more, Then anyone; Since or before You're always saying that I owe you one, Well lets consolidate this debt. Get on a payment plan, I'll pay compliments, you can still treat me bad. But, now this isn't getting easier, to leave you and this town behind. I'll do some travelin', Once I'm gone tell all our friend you've got even I felt like an object, been set aside You know, I'm back on the shelve. Not locked in the drawer. I'm mint in the box, But you'd still sell me for cost. Pull out a parachute. A blanket on top of you. The window you're looking through. Pull out a parachute. Pull out a parachute. |
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| 4:26 |
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Sometimes you get beat up good
Drive yourself crazy being misunderstood Sometimes you want to throw the towel in But you come swinging like you just might win Keep on, keep on keepin' on Push it on down the line Keep on, keep on keepin' on Keep from gettin' further behind Some days you wonder what it all means Some nights ain't as bad as it seems Sometimes you think you been had Run yourself ragged in a world gone mad Keep on, keep on keepin' on Push it on down the road Keep on, keep on keepin' on Still got a ways to go Keep on, keep on keepin' on Push it on down the line Keep on, keep on keepin' on Keep from gettin' further behind Some things ain't meant to be The best things in life are free And tomorrow is another day Funny how the truth sounds so cliche Keep on, keep on keepin' on Push it on down the road Keep on, keep on keepin' on Still got a ways to go Keep on, keep on keepin' on Push it on down the line Keep on, keep on keepin' on Keep from gettin' further behind |
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| 2:47 |
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Free -- that's all that she can bleed
That's why'll she'll never stay White -- bare naked in the night An' lookin' for some play Just another girl that wants to rule the world At any time or place And when she gets into your head You know she's there to stay You want it She's got it Molly's chamber gonna change your mind She's got your -- your pistol! Molly's chamber gonna change your mind Molly's chamber gonna change your mind Slow -- She's burnin' in your soul With whispers in your ear It's okay I'll give it anyway Just get me out of here You'll plead -- you'll get down on your knees For just another taste And when ya think she's let ya in That's when she fades away You want it She's got it Molly's chamber gonna change your mind She's got your -- your pistol! Molly's chamber gonna change your mind Molly's chamber gonna change your mind You want it Well she's got it Molly's chamber gonna change your mind She's got your -- your pistol! Molly's chamber gonna change your mind You want it Well she's got it Molly's chamber gonna change your mind She's got your -- your pistol! |
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| 11. |
| 4:53 |
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You want to grow up to paint houses like me
A trailer in my yard till you're 23 You want to be old after 42 years Keep dropping the hammer and grinding the gears Well, I used to go out in a Mustang A 302 Mach One in green Me and your Mama made you in the back And I sold it to buy her a ring And I learned not to say much of nothing And I figured you already know But in case you don't or maybe forgot I'll lay it out real nice and slow Don't call what your wearing an outfit Don't ever say your car is broke Don't worry about losing your accent A Southern Man tells better jokes Have fun but stay clear of the needle Call home on your sister's birthday Don't tell them you're bigger than Jesus Don't give it away, don't give it away Six months in a St. Florian foundry They call it Industrial Park Then hospital maintenance and Tech School Just to memorize Frigidaire parts But I got to missing your Mama And I got to missing you too And I went back to painting for my old man And I guess that's what I'll always do So don't let him take who you are boy And don't try to be who you ain't And don't let me catch you in Ken dale With a bucket of wealthy-man's paint Don't call what your wearing an outfit Don't ever say your car is broke Don't sing with a fake British accent Don't act like your family's a joke Have fun, but stay clear of the needle Call home on your sister's birthday Don't tell them you're bigger than Jesus Don't give it away, don't give it away |
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| 4:48 |
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In a westerly direction this car is my train
I'm driving and I'm wonderin what it is I'm runnin from again I feel like an eighty year old man but I'm holdin on to twenty nine And up ahead on that horizon is the California line. Now I've had enough of this freedom of the road Never was good with decisions Least that's what I've been told Up ahead a truck's carryin a wide load A pre-fab house cut in half Cute little front door and two windows I'm not sure whether to cry or should I laugh You see I broke a home up myself once when I stumbled to that door I read that note by the dawns light Said don't you come round here anymore Now I've had enough of this freedom Of the road Never was good with decisions that's what I've been told I've been holdin on to this ticket cause one day I'll pass this toll Magic road grant your freedom to some one else for I'll be comin home There'll be no more pay per view movies in these economy motels No more trash in my back seat from micky d's or taco bell No more layin my trump card for the ladies in the lounge I think I'll leave a little somethin for the next travelin man to scrounge I know there's got to be someone out there Who thinks I still have my home I got his picture right here in my back pocket Along with some rocks I found in Arizona I want to show him I know I'll return to that awkward silence And so much work I've never known But I know this man must make amends Cause I known my traveling days are done. Chorus |
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