R.E.M.:

E-Bow The Letter (feat. Patti Smith)

 

 

Look up, what do you see?

All of you and all of me

Florescent and starry

Some of them, they surprise

The bus ride

I went to write this, 4: 00 a.m

This letter

Fields of poppies, little pearls

All the boys and all the girls sweet-toothed

Each and every

One a little scary

I said your name

I wore it like a badge of teenage film stars

Hash bars, cherry mash and tinfoil tiaras

Dreaming of Maria Callas whoever she is this fame thing,

I don’t get it

I wrap my hand in plastic to try to look through it

Maybelline eyes and girl-as-boy moves

I can take you far

This star thing, I don’t get it

 

I’ll take you over, there

I’ll take you over, there

 

Aluminum, tastes like fear

Adrenaline, it pulls us near

 

I’ll take you over

It tastes like fear, there

I’ll take you over

 

Will you live to 83?

Will you ever welcome me?

Will you show me something that nobody else has seen?

Smoke it, drink

Here comes the flood

Anything to thin the blood

These corrosives do their magic slowly and sweet

Phone, eat it, drink

Just another chink

Cuts and dents,

They catch the light

Aluminum, the weakest link

I don’t want to disappoint you

I’m not here to anoint you

I would lick your feet

But is that the sickest move?

I wear my own crown and sadness and sorrow

And who’d have thought tomorrow could be so strange?

My loss,

And here we go again

 

I’ll take you over, there

I’ll take you over, there

 

Aluminum, tastes like fear

Adrenaline, it pulls us near

 

I’ll take you over

It tastes like fear, there

I’ll take you over

 

Look up, what do you see?

All of you and all of me

Florescent and starry

Some of them, they surprise

I can’t look it in the eyes

Seconal, Spanish fly, absinthe, kerosene

Cherry-flavored neck and collar

I can smell the sorrow on your breath

The sweat, the victory and sorrow

The smell of fear, I got it

 

I’ll take you over, there

I’ll take you over, there

Aluminum, tastes like fear

Adrenaline, it pulls us near

I’ll take you over

It tastes like fear, there

I’ll take you over

Pulls us near

Tastes like fear…

Nearer, nearer

Over, over, over, over

Yeah, look over

I’ll take you there, oh, yeah

I’ll take you there

Oh, over

I’ll take you there

Over, let me

I’ll take you there…

There, there, baby, yeah.

 

Autori skladby: Mills / Berry / Buck / Stipe

Text skladby E-Bow The Letter © Night Garden Music