R.E.M. Song Maker
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the Shiny What's
Words & Music by Band Name Maker, Michael Stipe, Peter Buck, Mike Mills and Bill Berry
Verse 1:
Green grow the rushes go, the compass points the workers home
I should keep myself in between the pages
They called the clip, a two-headed cow
We are young despite the years
I should keep myself in between the pages
They called the clip, a two-headed cow
We are young despite the years
Chorus:
A familiar face, a foreign place, I'll forget your name
Philomath, they know the lowdown, throw your trolls out the door
Talk about the passion, talk about the passion
To tell what I have hidden there
Philomath, they know the lowdown, throw your trolls out the door
Talk about the passion, talk about the passion
To tell what I have hidden there
Verse 2:
I felt gravity pull
Kick the clay that holds the teeth in, throw your trolls out the door
There's a splinter in your eye and it reads "react"
This is where they swam
Kick the clay that holds the teeth in, throw your trolls out the door
There's a splinter in your eye and it reads "react"
This is where they swam
Chorus:
A familiar face, a foreign place, I'll forget your name
Philomath, they know the lowdown, throw your trolls out the door
Talk about the passion, talk about the passion
To tell what I have hidden there
Philomath, they know the lowdown, throw your trolls out the door
Talk about the passion, talk about the passion
To tell what I have hidden there
Bridge:
And it's so far, it's so far, it's so far
I'm up to par and Katie bars the kitchen signs but not me in
Point to the legend, point to the east
Raise the walls to hide these flaws, the carpenter should rest
I'm up to par and Katie bars the kitchen signs but not me in
Point to the legend, point to the east
Raise the walls to hide these flaws, the carpenter should rest
Verse 3:
Down the way the road's divided
Seven thousand years to sleep away the pain
That the tree had lost its middle
We're calling out in transit
Seven thousand years to sleep away the pain
That the tree had lost its middle
We're calling out in transit
Chorus:
A familiar face, a foreign place, I'll forget your name
Philomath, they know the lowdown, throw your trolls out the door
Talk about the passion, talk about the passion
To tell what I have hidden there
Philomath, they know the lowdown, throw your trolls out the door
Talk about the passion, talk about the passion
To tell what I have hidden there
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