R.E.M. - Supernatural Superserious

Everybody here

Comes from somewhere

That they would just soon forget

And disguise

At the summer camp where you volunteered

No one saw your face,

No one saw your fear

If that apparition had just appeared

Took you up and away

From this base and sheer

Humiliation.

Of your teenage station.

Nobody cares

No one remembers

And nobody cares

Yeah you cried and you cried

He's alive he's alive

Yeah you cried and cried and you

Cried and you cried

If you call out "safe"

Then I'll stop right away

If the premise buckles

And the ropes start to chafe

The details smart

But the story's the same

You don't have to explain,

You don't have to explain

Humiliation.

Of your teenage station.

Yeah you cried and you cried

He's alive he's alive

Yeah you cried and you cried and you

Cried and you

Realized your fantasies

Are dressed up in travesties

Enjoy yourself with no regrets

Everybody here

Comes from somewhere

That they would just as soon forget

And disguise

Yeah you cried and you cried

He's alive he's alive

Yeah you cried and you cried and you

Cried and you cried

Now there's nothing

Dark and there's nothing weird

Don't be afraid i will hold you near.

From the seance where you first betrayed

An open heart on a darkened stage.

A celebration

Of your teenage station

This

Inexperience, sweet, delirious.

Supernatural, superserious.

Inexperience, sweet, delirious.

Supernatural, superserious,

Wow.

R.E.M. - Mr. Richards

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.

R.E.M. - Houston

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

R.E.M. - Until the day is done

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