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R.E.M. - Accelerate Album Lyrics



R.E.M. - Accelerate Lyrics






Living Well Is The Best Revenge

It's only when your poison spreads
Into the life you hope to live
And suddenly you wake up
In a shaking panic, now

You set me up like a lamb to slaughter
Garbo ask the farmer's daughter
Unbelievable the gospel according to who
I lay right down

All you sad and lost apostles
Hum my name and flair their nostrils
Choking on the bones you toss to them

I'm not one to sit and spin
'Cos living well is the best revenge
Baby, I am calling you on that

Try 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 me? Where did you go?
You disappear mid sentence sinner
In a judgment crisis I see my anecdote fall out
You weakened shell

All you sad and lost apostles
Hum my name and flair their nostrils
Choking on the bones you toss to them

I'm not one to sit and spin
'Cos living well's the best revenge
Baby, I am calling you on that

You say it with your dying breath
Well I forgive but I don't forget
You work it out, let's hear that argument
Count the count of three go, now

All you sad and lost apostles
Hum my name and flair their nostrils
Choking on the bones you toss to them

Well I'm not one to sit and spin
'Cos living well is the best revenge
Baby, I am calling you on that

Baby, I am calling you on that
Baby, I'm calling you on, oh
(Baby, I'm calling you)
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Writer: Peter Buck, Mike Mills, Michael Stipe
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Man-Sized Wreath

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

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Writer: PETER BUCK, MIKE MILLS, MICHAEL STIPE
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




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.
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Writer: Peter Buck, Mike Mills, Michael Stipe
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group




Hollow Man

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

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Writer: PETER BUCK, MIKE MILLS, MICHAEL STIPE
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group




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

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Writer: PETER BUCK, MIKE MILLS, MICHAEL STIPE
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group




Accelerate

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

[Chorus]
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.

[Chorus]

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.

[Chorus]

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
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Writer: PETER BUCK, MIKE MILLS, MICHAEL STIPE
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




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

[Chorus]
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 tele-prompt flutters, the power surge brings
An easy speed message falls into routine

[Chorus]

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

[Chorus]

Until the day is done
Until the day is done
Until the day is done
Until the day is done
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Writer: PETER BUCK, MIKE MILLS, MICHAEL STIPE
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group




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.

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Writer: PETER BUCK, MIKE MILLS, MICHAEL STIPE
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Sing For The Submarine

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

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Writer: PETER BUCK, MIKE MILLS, MICHAEL STIPE
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Horse To Water

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 f*ckin' 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!

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Writer: PETER BUCK, MIKE MILLS, MICHAEL STIPE
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Im Gonna DJ

If death is pretty final
I'm collecting vinyl
I'm gonna DJ at the end of the world

Cos if heaven does exist
With a kicking playlist
I don't wanna miss it at the end of the world

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

It's on my mind
It's in my life
It's what I found
It's what I find
It's on my ride
It's in my mind
It's what I found
It's what I find
Oh my my my

Well I'll spin my way right through it
Crates of ..... Jack brew ???)
As they mosh towards the moon
As she circling the room

Music could provide the light that you cannot resist
You cannot resist, you cannot resist
And the wedlocks that keep tangled (no way that's right)
As you wear an indie wrangle (???)
Where you woke up in Seattle
Where you fought with grace, a battle
Your too good for me to throttle
Now just raise another bottle
Raise another bottle, raise another bottle
Because

If 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 till I'm good and ready

It's on my mind
It's in my life
It's what I found
It's what I find
It's on my ride
It's in my mind
It's what I found
It's what I find
Oh my my my

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

Music could provide the light that you cannot resist
You cannot resist, you cannot resist
Yeah

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Writer: PETER BUCK, MIKE MILLS, MICHAEL STIPE
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




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Accelerate is the fourteenth studio album by American alternative rock band R.E.M., released on March 31, 2008, in Europe, and on April 1 in North America. Produced with Jacknife Lee, Accelerate was intended as a departure from the 2004 album Around the Sun. R.E.M. previewed most of the album's tracks during a five-night residency at the Olympia Theatre in Dublin, Ireland, and recorded the album in a nine-week schedule.

The album was heralded as a return to form for the band, receiving a warm reception from music critics and achieving a 79/100 rating on Metacritic. Reviewers often complimented the aggressive, purposeful sound of the songs, with Q magazine critic Keith Cameron stating that "Accelerate is the sound of a band having enjoyed a good word with themselves—and us." It was their last album to be accompanied by a tour, as the band had decided against touring for their next (and final) album Collapse into Now before disbanding.
Performed By: R.E.M.
Genre(s): Hard rock, punk rock, glam rock, jangle pop
Producer(s): Jacknife Lee, R.E.M.
Length: 34:39
Released: March 31st, 2008
Year: 2008

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