Тексты песен «R.E.M.»

Her world collapsed early Sunday morning She got up from the kitchen table Folded the newspaper and silenced the radio Those creatures jumped the barricades And have headed for the sea, sea Those creatures jumped the...

Her world collapsed early Sunday morning She got up from the kitchen table Folded the newspaper and silenced the radio Those creatures jumped the barricades And have headed for the sea, sea Those creatures jumped the...

(Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe) This is horror movie stuff The muffin is peach, you're "makin" love' You mean this opera involves handcuffs? I lay defeated Yeah, sour milk mouth, horseradish sweet She's a girl and she's...

This is horror movie stuff. The muffin is peach, you're 'makin' love'. You mean this opera involves handcuffs? I lay defeated. Yeah, sour milk mouth, horseradish sweet. She's a girl and she's loving me. But...

I move across, innocence lost All flashing pulsar I move across the earth in my new pattern shirt I pass satellites You're so bitter, your complaint I can't give you anything I don't know who you're livin' for I don't...

I move across, innocence lost All flashing pulsar I move across the earth in my new pattern shirt I pass satellites "You're so bitter," your complaint I can't get you anything. I don't know who you're...

Yellow circus left the stakes a broken ropes world's useless mug The ties that bind, ha ha I can be bad poet Street poet Shit poet Kind poet too Subway Almost 4AM Halloween night Had enough to drink to make my own...

All the young kids learn to dance in the combat zone Never dared to take a chance Goin' home alone But it gets so very cold When it's late at night Leave the foxholes on their own Do you sleep well at night?...

From the back of my neck, oh oh oh Wired a glass jaw, oh oh Plantation burning your boat is coming in Strum your jew\'s-harp, you\'re reeking gin Running water in a sinking boat Going under but they\'ve got your goat...

From the back of my neck, oh oh oh Wired a glass jaw, oh oh Plantation burning your boat is coming in Strum your jew's-harp, you're reeking gin Running water in a sinking boat Going under but they've got your goat...

Women got legs, men got pants I got the picnic, you got the ants, Put it in the fire heaven knows Take my torch and touch your toes in hell It\'s a burning hell You can burn in Hell It\'s a burning hell You can burn in...

Women got legs, men got pants I got the picnic, you got the ants, Put it in the fire heaven knows Take my torch and touch your toes in hell It's a burning hell You can burn in Hell It's a burning hell You can burn in...

From the inside room when the front room greeting Becomes your special book, it was simple then When the party lulls, if we fall by the side Will you be remembered? Will she be remembered? Alone in a crowd, a bartered...

Sindy's spending too much money on clothes Ken is going back to Gay Bob The Teddy bears swear the neighbourhood's gone Since the moving in of Golliwog Rag doll gets beaten up by the Action man The one with the real life...

(published in Guitar Magazine in 1985. a few lines were reprinted in Goldmine in 1987 and some appear in the video as well) When the world is a monster Bad to swallow you whole Kick the clay that holds the teeth...

When the world is a monster Bad to swallow you whole Kick the clay that holds the teeth in Throw your trolls out the door (I've been there, I know the way) Can't get there from here (I've been there, I know the way)...

There's a secret, stigma, reaping wheel Diminish, a carnival of sorts Chronic town, poster torn, reaping wheel Stranger, stranger to these parts Gentlemen don't get caught, cages under cage Gentlemen don't get caught...

There's a secret stigma, reaping wheel. Diminish, a carnival of sorts. Chronic town, poster torn, reaping wheel. Stranger, stranger to these parts. Gentlemen don't get caught, cages under cage. Gentlemen don't get...

There\'s a secret stigma, reaping wheel. Diminish, a carnival of sorts. Chronic town, poster torn, reaping wheel. Stranger, stranger to these parts. Gentlemen don\'t get caught, cages under cage. Gentlemen don\'t get...

Ooooo, we were little boys Ooooo, we were little girls It's nine o'clock, don't try to turn it off Cowered in a hole, opie mouth. Question: Did we miss anything? Did we miss anything? Did we miss anything? Did we...