R.E.M. Lyrics
R.E.M. Lyrics
"Photograph Lyrics"
What'll You Do About Me Lyrics
Writers: Dennis Linde All you wanted was a one night stand The fire of the wine and the touch of a man But I fell in love and ruined all of your plans What'll you do about
Writers: Dennis Linde All you wanted was a one night stand The fire of the wine and the touch of a man But I fell in love and ruined all of your plans What'll you do about
(Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe/Natalie Merchant)
I found this photograph,
Underneath the broken picture glass
Tender face of black and white,
Beautiful, a haunting sight
Looked into an angel's smile,
Captivated all the while
From the hair and clothes she wore,
I'd place her in between the wars
Was she willing when she sat
And posed th
All About It Lyrics
Why can't we Put our white pride aside? Why can't we Forget who's black by demand? Why can't we Overcome our hatred? Why can't we Relize what we're wasting? We've got to Push it We'v
e pretty photograph?Why can't we Put our white pride aside? Why can't we Forget who's black by demand? Why can't we Overcome our hatred? Why can't we Relize what we're wasting? We've got to Push it We'v
Save her flowering and fair,
The days to come, the days to share
A big smile for the camera,
How did she know?
The moment could be lost forever
Forever more
I found this photograph,
Stashed between the old joist walls,
In a place where time is lost,
Lost behind, where all things fall
Broken books and calendars,
Letters
She Still Comes Around ( To Love What's Left Of Me) Lyrics
SHE STILL COMES AROUND (TO LOVE WHAT'S LEFT OF ME) (Glenn Sutton) « © '68 Al Gallico Music » I know I'm not a perfect husband although I'd like to be But payday nights
script in careful hand,SHE STILL COMES AROUND (TO LOVE WHAT'S LEFT OF ME) (Glenn Sutton) « © '68 Al Gallico Music » I know I'm not a perfect husband although I'd like to be But payday nights
Music too, a standard tune by
Some forgotten big brass band
From the threshhold what's to see
Of our brave new century?
The television's just a dream,
The radio, the silver screen
A big smile for the camera,
How did she know?
The moment could be lost forever
Forever more
Was her childhood filled with rhymes,
St
Inner Sanctum Lyrics
I've been foolin' around away for a long time Living my life with my own rules once again - Oh no! My storybook is full of colours Memories of my dark past are coming back Dark
len looks, impassioned crimes?I've been foolin' around away for a long time Living my life with my own rules once again - Oh no! My storybook is full of colours Memories of my dark past are coming back Dark
Was she innocent or blind
To the cruelty of her time?
Was she fearful in her day,
Was she hopeful, did she pray?
Were there skeletons inside,
Family secrets, sworn to hide?
Did she feel the heat that stirs,
The fall from grace of wayward girls?
Was she tempted to pretend,
The love and laughter, 'til the end?