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R.E.M. - Fables of the Reconstruction Album Lyrics



R.E.M. - Fables of the Reconstruction Lyrics






Feeling Gravitys Pull

I fell asleep and read just about every paragraph.

Read the scene where gravity is pulling me around
Peel back the mountains peel back the sky
Stomp gravity into the floor
It's a Man Ray kind of sky
Let me show you what I can do with it
Time and distance are out of place here

Step up, step up, step up the sky is open-armed
When the light is mine, I felt gravity pull

Somewhere near the end it said
"You can't do this", I said "I can too"
Shift sway rivers shift, oceans fall and mountains drift
It's a Man Ray kind of sky
Let me show you what I can do with it

Step up, step up, step up the sky is open-armed
When the light is mine, I felt gravity pull onto my eyes,
Holding my head straight (looking down).
This is the easiest task I've ever had to do...

I fell asleep and read just about every paragraph

Read the scene where gravity is pulling me around
Shift the swaying river's shift
Oceans fall and mountains drift
It's a Man Ray kind of sky
Let me show you what I can do with it
Time and distance are out of place here

Step up, step up, step up the sky is open-armed
When the light is mine, I felt gravity pull onto my eyes,
Holding my head straight (looking down).
This is the easiest task I've ever had to do...

Reason had harnessed the tame
Holding the sky in their arms
Gravity pulls me down

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




Maps And Legends

He's not to be reached, he's to be reached
He's not to be reached, he's to be reached

Called the fool and the company
On his own, where he'd rather be
Where he ought to be
And he sees what you can't see, can't you see that?
(He sees what you can't see)

Maybe he's caught in the legend
Maybe he's caught in the mood
Maybe these maps and legends
Have been misunderstood

Down the way, the road's divided
Paint me the places you've seen
Those who know what I don't know
Refer to the yellow, red, and green
(Can't you see that?)

Maybe he's caught in the legend
Maybe he's caught in the mood
Maybe these maps and legends
Have been misunderstood

He's not to be reached, he's to be reached
He's not to be reached, he's to be reached
He's not to be reached, he's to be reached
He's not to be reached, he's to be reached

The map that you've painted doesn't seem real
He just sings whatever he's seen
Point to the legend, point to the east
Point to the yellow, red, and green

Maybe he's caught in the legend
Maybe he's caught in the mood
Maybe these maps and legends
Have been misunderstood
Have been misunderstood

(Maps and legends)
(Maps and legends)

Is he to be reached? He's not to be reached (maps and legends)
Is he to be reached? He's not to be reached (maps and legends)
Is he to be reached? He's not to be reached anymore (maps and legends)
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Writer: Bill Berry, Peter Buck, Michael Mills, Michael Stipe
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group




Driver 8

The walls are built up, stone by stone
The fields divided one by one

And the train conductor says
"Take a break driver 8, driver 8 take a break
We've been on this shift too long"

And the train conductor says
"Take a break driver 8, driver 8 take a break
We can reach our destination, but we're still a ways away"

I saw a tree house on the outskirts of the farm
The power lines have floaters so the airplanes won't get snagged
Bells are ringing through the town again
Children look up, all they hear is sky-blue, bells ringing

And the train conductor says
"Take a break driver 8, driver 8 take a break
We can reach our destination, but we're still a ways away
But we're still a ways away"

Way to shield the hated heat
Way to put myself to sleep
Way to shield the hated heat
Way to put myself, my children to sleep

He piloted this song in a plane like that one
She is selling faith on the 'Go Tell Crusade'
Locomotive 8, southern crescent hear the bells ring again
Field to weed is lookin' thin

And the train conductor says
"Take a break driver 8, driver 8 take a break
We've been on this shift too long"

And the train conductor says
"Take a break driver 8, driver 8 take a break
We can reach our destination, but we're still a ways away
But we're still a ways away"
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Writer: Bill Berry, Peter Buck, Michael Mills, Michael Stipe
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Life And How To Live It

Burn bright through the night, two pockets lead the way
Two doors to go between the wall was raised today
Two doors remains before your others and your own
Keep these books well stocked away and take your happy home

My carpenter's out and running about, talking to the street
My pockets are out and running about
Barking in the street to tell what I have hidden there

Burn bright through the night, two pockets lead the way
Two doors to go between the wall was raised today
Raise the walls and shout its flaws, a carpenter should rest
So that when you tire of one side the other serves you best

My carpenter's out and running about, talking to the street
My pockets are out and running about
Barking in the street to tell what I have hidden there

The hills ringing hear the words in time
Listen to the holler, listen to my walls within my tongue
Can't you see you made my ears go tin?
The air quicken tension building inference suddenly
Life and how to live it

Raise the walls and shout its flaws, a carpenter should rest
So that when you tire of one side the other serves you best
Read about the wisdom lost, a knock, a knock, a knock
A secret knock one hammer's locked the other wisdom lost

My carpenter's out and running about, talking to the street
My pockets are out and running about
Barking in the street to tell what I have hidden there

My carpenter's out and running about, barking in the, listen to the holler
My pockets are out and running about
Barking in the street to tell what I have hidden there

Listen, listen to the holler
If I write a book it will be called, "Life and how to live it"
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Writer: Bill Berry, Peter Buck, Michael Mills, Michael Stipe
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Old Man Kensey

Old Man Kensey wants to be a sign painter
First he's got to learn to read
He's gonna be a clown on TV
Flexes his elbow taunt and free
That's my folly, I believe
Drink up the lake Kensey's awake
That's my folly, that's my mistake

Old Man Kensey wants to be a goalie
First he's got to learn to count
He's gonna be a clown on a circus mount
Letters to be signed and dropped off
Kensey's going far
John, Bill and Ed, stand on your head
That's my folly, I'm ready to go

Old Man Kensey wants to be a dog catcher
First he's got to learn to stand
He's gonna be a clown in a marching band
Letters to be signed ransom greed
That's my folly, I believe
Drink up the lake, John, Bill and Ed,
That's my folly, that's my mistake
Kensey's awake, stand on your head
That's my folly, I'm ready to go

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Writer: Jerry Ayers, Bill Berry, Peter Buck, Michael Mills, Michael Stipe
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Cant Get There From Here

When the world is a monster
Bad to swallow you whole
Kick the clay that holds the teeth in
Throw your trolls out the door
If you're needing inspiration
Philomath is where I go by dawn
Lawyer Jeff he knows the lowdown
He's mighty bad to visit home

I've been there I know the way
(Can't get there from here)

I've been there I know the way
(Can't get there from here)

I've been there I know the way
(Can't get there from here)

I've been there I know the way

When your hands are feeling empty
Stick head jumpin off the ground, 'round
Tris is sure to shirr the deers out
Brother Ray can sing my song

I've been there I know the way
(Can't get there from here)

I've been there I know the way
(Can't get there from here)

I've been there I know the way
(Can't get there from here)

I've been there I know the way

Hands down, Calechee bound
Landlocked kiss the ground
Dirt of seven continents going round and round
Go on ahead Mr. Citywide hypnotized, suit and tied
Gentlemen, testify

If your world is a monster
Bad to swallow you whole
Philomath they know the lowdown
Throw your trolls out the door

I've been there I know the way
(Can't get there from here)

I've been there I know the way
(Can't get there from here)

I've been there I know the way
(Can't get there from here)

I've been there I know the way

Thank you, Ray.

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Writer: Bill Berry, Peter Buck, Michael Mills, Michael Stipe
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Green Grow The Rushes

The wheelbarrow's fallen
Look at my hands
They've found some surplus cheaper hands
Rubbing palms and pick and choose,
who will they choose? Here is the news.

Look at that building, look at this man
Halloed and whitewashed
Gone to find a cheaper hand
He'll offer a pound, offer a pound.

Green grow the rushes go
Green grow the rushes go
Green grow the rushes go
The compass points the workers home

Pay for your freedom, find another gate
Guilt by associate, the rushes wilted a long time ago
Guilty as you go

Stay off that highway, word is it's not so safe
The grasses that hide the greenback
The amber waves of gain again
The amber waves of gain

Green grow the rushes go
Green grow the rushes go
Green grow the rushes go
The compass points the workers home

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Writer: Bill Berry, Peter Buck, Michael Mills, Michael Stipe
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Kohoutek

Who will stand alone?

She carried ribbons, she wore them out
Courage built a bridge, jealous tore it down
At least it's something you've left behind
Like Kohoutek, you were gone

We sat in the garden, we stood on the porch
I won't deny myself, we never talked

She wore bangles, she wore bells
On her toes and she jumped like a fish
Like a flyin' friend, you were gone
Like Kohoutek, can't forget that

Fever built a bridge, reason tore it down
If I am one to follow.. who will stand alone?

Maybe you're not the problem
scissors, paper, stone
If you stand and holler, these prayers will talk

She carried ribbons, she wore them out
Michael built a bridge...Michael tore it down
At least it's something you've left behind
Like Kohoutek, you were gone

Michael built a bridge... Michael tore it down
If I stand and holler... will I stand alone?

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Writer: William Berry, Peter Buck, Mike Mills, Michael Stipe
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Auctioneer (Another Engine)

She didn't want to get pinned down by her prior town
Get me to the train on time, here, take this nickel, make a dime
Take this penny and make it into a necklace when I leave
What is at the other end? I don't know, another friend
Another wife, another morning spent

Listen, listen to the auctioneer
Another engine, another engine

We never wrote the reasons that I need explained
Some things are givens and others get away
This time, it's for myself, you call it what you may
Okay, we won't say goodbye so long, so much more

And listen to the auctioneer
Another engine, another engine

Listen to the bargain holler
Listen to the barter holler
Listen to the auctioneer

Get me to the train on time
Here, take this nickel, make a dime
Take this penny and make it into a necklace when I leave
What is at the other end?
I don't know, another friend
Another wife, another morning spent

Listen, listen to the auctioneer
Another engine, another engine
Another engine, another engine

Do I stand the bargain holler? Listen to the barter holler
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Writer: Bill Berry, Peter Buck, Michael Mills, Michael Stipe
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Good Advices

When you greet a stranger look at his shoes
Keep your money in your shoes put your trouble behind
When you greet a stranger look at her hands
Keep your money in your hands put your travel behind
Who are you going to call for, what do you have to say
Keep your hat on your head home is a long way away
At the end of the day, I'll forget your name
I'd like it here if I could leave and see you from a long way away

When you greet a stranger, look at her shoes
Keep you memories in your shoes, put your travel behind
Who are you going to call for, what do you have to say
Keep your hat on your head
Home is a long way away
At the end of the day, when there are no friends
When there are no lovers, who are you going to call for
What do you have to change

A familiar face a foreign place I forget your name
I'd like it here if I could leave and see you from a long way away
Who are you going to call for, what do you have to say
Keep your hat on your head
Home is a long way away

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




Wendell Gee

That's when Wendell Gee takes a tug
Upon the string that held the line of trees
Behind the house he lived in
He was reared to give respect
But somewhere down the line he chose
To whistle as the wind blows
Whistle as the wind blows, with me

He had a dream one night
That the tree had lost its middle
So he built a trunk of chicken wire
To try to hold it up
But the wire, the wire turned to lizard skin
And when he climbed inside
There wasn't even time to say
Goodbye to Wendell Gee
So whistle as the wind blows
Whistle as the wind blows, with me

If the wind were colors
And if the air could speak
Then whistle as the wind blows
Whistle as the wind blows

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




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Fables of the Reconstruction (or Reconstruction of the Fables) is the third studio album by American alternative rock band R.E.M. It was released on June 10, 1985, through I.R.S. Records. It was the band's first album recorded outside of the U.S., with sessions taking place at Livingston Studios in London with producer Joe Boyd. The record displays a darker, murkier sound and lyrics drawing from Southern Gothic themes and characters. Additionally, more varied instrumentation is utilized, including string and brass arrangements and banjo.

Critical reception to Fables of the Reconstruction was positive, with many reviews noting its folk elements and murky tone. Retrospectively, it has also been viewed as a transitional album, retaining the sound and obscure themes of the band's early work while hinting at the experimentation with acoustic instrumentation that would be present on their later albums. The album's sales reflected R.E.M.'s growing popularity, with it becoming their second album to reach the top 30 in the US and first to make the top 40 in the UK. It was later certified Gold by the RIAA in 1991. While none of its singles achieved mainstream chart success, "Driver 8" has since become one of R.E.M.'s best-known and most-covered songs from their early period.
Performed By: R.E.M.
Genre(s): Folk rock, jangle pop, alternative country, psychedelic folk, Southern rock, Southern gothic
Producer(s): Joe Boyd
Length: 39:44
Released: June 10th, 1985
Year: 1985

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