Beside yourself if radio's gonna stay
Reason it could polish up the gray
Put that, put that, put that up your wall
That this isn't country at all
Raving station, beside yourself
Keep me out of country in the word
Deal the porch is leading us absurd
Push that, push that, push that to the hull
That this isn't nothing at all
Straight off the boat, where to go?
Calling on in transit, calling on in transit
Radio free Europe, radio
Beside defying media too fast
Instead of pushing palaces to fall
Put that, put that, put that before all
That this isn't fortunate at all
Raving station, beside yourself
Calling on in transit, calling on in transit
Radio free Europe, radio
Decide yourself, calling all of the media's too fast
Keep me out of country in the word
Disappoint is into us absurd
Straight off the boat, where to go?
Calling on in transit, calling on in transit
Radio free Europe, radio free Europe
Calling on in transit, calling on in transit
Radio free Europe, radio free Europe
R.E.M. - Murmur Album Lyrics
R.E.M. - Murmur Lyrics
Writer: Bill Berry, Peter Buck, Michael Mills, Michael Stipe
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Pilgrimage
Take a turn
Take a turn
Take a fortune
Take a fortune
They called the clip a two-headed cow
Your hate, clipped and distant
Your luck with pilgrimage
Rest assured, this will not last
Take a turn for the worst
Your hate, clipped and distant
Your luck, a two-headed cow
The pilgrimage has gained momentum
Take a turn
Take a turn
Take a fortune
Take a fortune
Speaking in tongues, it's worth a broken lip
Your hate, clipped and distant
Your luck with pilgrimage
Rest assured, this will not last
Take a turn for the worst
Your hate, clipped and distant
Your luck, a two-headed cow
The pilgrimage has gained momentum
Take a turn (take a turn)
Take your turn (take a turn)
Take a fortune (take a turn)
Take a fortune
(Ah)
Pilgrimage
(Ah) Pilgrimage
Speaking in tongues, it's worth a broken lip
Your hate, clipped and distant
Your luck
Rest assured, this will not last
Take a turn for the worst
Your hate clipped and distant
Your luck, two-headed
The pilgrimage has gained momentum
Take a turn (take a turn)
Take your turn (take a turn)
Take a fortune (take a turn)
Take your fortune
(Ah) Pilgrimage
(Ah) Pilgrimage
Pilgrimage has gained momentum
Take your turn (take a turn)
Take your turn (take a turn)
Take your fortune (take a turn)
Take your fortune (take a turn)
Take your turn (take a turn)
Take your turn (take a turn)
Take your fortune (take a turn)
Take your fortune
Take a turn
Take a fortune
Take a fortune
They called the clip a two-headed cow
Your hate, clipped and distant
Your luck with pilgrimage
Rest assured, this will not last
Take a turn for the worst
Your hate, clipped and distant
Your luck, a two-headed cow
The pilgrimage has gained momentum
Take a turn
Take a turn
Take a fortune
Take a fortune
Speaking in tongues, it's worth a broken lip
Your hate, clipped and distant
Your luck with pilgrimage
Rest assured, this will not last
Take a turn for the worst
Your hate, clipped and distant
Your luck, a two-headed cow
The pilgrimage has gained momentum
Take a turn (take a turn)
Take your turn (take a turn)
Take a fortune (take a turn)
Take a fortune
(Ah)
Pilgrimage
(Ah) Pilgrimage
Speaking in tongues, it's worth a broken lip
Your hate, clipped and distant
Your luck
Rest assured, this will not last
Take a turn for the worst
Your hate clipped and distant
Your luck, two-headed
The pilgrimage has gained momentum
Take a turn (take a turn)
Take your turn (take a turn)
Take a fortune (take a turn)
Take your fortune
(Ah) Pilgrimage
(Ah) Pilgrimage
Pilgrimage has gained momentum
Take your turn (take a turn)
Take your turn (take a turn)
Take your fortune (take a turn)
Take your fortune (take a turn)
Take your turn (take a turn)
Take your turn (take a turn)
Take your fortune (take a turn)
Take your fortune
Writer: Bill Berry, Peter Buck, Michael Mills, Michael Stipe
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Laughing
Laocoon and her two sons
Pressured storm, tried to move
No other more, emotion bound
Martyred, misconstrued
Pressured storm, tried to move
No other more, emotion bound
Martyred, misconstrued
Lighted in a room, lanky room
Lighted, lighted, laughing in tune
Lighted, lighted, laughing
Laocoon and her two sons
Run the gamut, sated view
Know them more, emotion bound
Martyred, misconstrued
Lighted in a room, lanky room
Lighted, lighted, laughing in tune
Lighted, lighted, laughing
In a room, lock the door, latch the room
Lighted, lighted, laughing
Laocoon and her two sons
Ran the gamut, settled new,
Find a place fit to laugh,
Lock the doors, latch the room
Lighted in a room, lanky room
Lighted, lighted, laughing in tune
Lighted, lighted, laughing in tune
Lighted, lighted, laughing in tunes
Lighted, lighted, laughing in tunes
Writer: Bill Berry, Peter Buck, Michael Mills, Michael Stipe
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Talk About The Passion
Empty prayer, empty mouths, combien reaction
Empty prayer, empty mouths, talk about the passion
Not everyone can carry the weight of the world
Not everyone can carry the weight of the world
Talk about the passion
Talk about the passion
Empty prayer, empty mouths, combien reaction
Empty prayer, empty mouths, talk about the passion
Combien, combien, combien de temps?
Talk about the passion
Talk about the passion
Not everyone can carry the weight of the world
Not everyone can carry the weight of the world
Combien, combien, combien de temps?
Talk about the passion
Talk about the passion
Talk about the passion
Talk about the passion
Talk about the passion
Talk about the passion
Talk about the passion
Talk about the passion
Empty prayer, empty mouths, talk about the passion
Not everyone can carry the weight of the world
Not everyone can carry the weight of the world
Talk about the passion
Talk about the passion
Empty prayer, empty mouths, combien reaction
Empty prayer, empty mouths, talk about the passion
Combien, combien, combien de temps?
Talk about the passion
Talk about the passion
Not everyone can carry the weight of the world
Not everyone can carry the weight of the world
Combien, combien, combien de temps?
Talk about the passion
Talk about the passion
Talk about the passion
Talk about the passion
Talk about the passion
Talk about the passion
Talk about the passion
Talk about the passion
Writer: Bill Berry, Peter Buck, Michael Mills, Michael Stipe
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Moral Kiosk
Scratch the scandals in the twilight
Trying to shock but instead
Idle hands all orient to her
Pass a magic pillow under head
It's so much more attractive inside the moral kiosk
Inside, cold, dark, fire, twilight
Inside, cold, dark, fire, twilight
Trying to shock but instead
Idle hands all orient to her
Pass a magic pillow under head
It's so much more attractive inside the moral kiosk
Inside, cold, dark, fire, twilight
Inside, cold, dark, fire, twilight
They scratch the scandals in the twilight
She was laughing like a Horae
Put that knee in dour landslide
Take this step to dash a roving eye
It's so much more attractive inside the moral kiosk
Inside, cold, dark, fire, twilight
Inside, cold, dark, fire, twilight
[repeat first verse]
Writer: Bill Berry, Peter Buck, Michael Mills, Michael Stipe
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Perfect Circle
Put your hair back, we get to leave
Eleven gallows on your sleeve
Shallow figure, winner's paid
Eleven shadows way out of place
Standing too soon, shoulders high in the room
Standing too soon, shoulders high in the room
Standing too soon, shoulders high in the room
Eleven gallows on your sleeve
Shallow figure, winner's paid
Eleven shadows way out of place
Standing too soon, shoulders high in the room
Standing too soon, shoulders high in the room
Standing too soon, shoulders high in the room
Pull your dress on and stay real close
Who might leave you where I left off?
A perfect circle of acquaintances and friends
Drink another, coin a phrase
Heaven assumed, shoulders high in the room
Heaven assumed, shoulders high in the room
Heaven assumed, shoulders high in the room
Try to win and suit your needs
Speak out sometimes but try to win
Standing too soon, shoulders high in the room
Standing too soon, shoulders high in the room
Standing too soon, shoulders high in the room
Standing too soon, shoulders high in the room
Standing too soon, shoulders high in the room
Writer: John Michael Stipe, Michael E. Mills, Peter Lawrence Buck, William Thomas Berry
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Catapult
Ooooo, we were little boys
Ooooo, we were little girls
It's nine o'clock, don't try to turn it off
Cowered in a hole, opie mouth. Question:
Did we miss anything? Did we miss anything?
Did we miss anything? Did we miss anything?
Catapult. Catapult. Catapult. Catapult.
Ooooo, we were little girls
It's nine o'clock, don't try to turn it off
Cowered in a hole, opie mouth. Question:
Did we miss anything? Did we miss anything?
Did we miss anything? Did we miss anything?
Catapult. Catapult. Catapult. Catapult.
Ooooo, we were little boys
Ooooo, we were little girls
It's nine o'clock, don't try to turn it off
Cowered in a hole, opie mouth.
We in step, in hand, your mother remembers this.
Hear the howl of the rope, a question:
Did we miss anything? Did we miss anything?
Did we miss anything? Did we miss anything?
Catapult. Catapult. Catapult. Catapult.
March could be darker. March could be darker.
Catapult. Catapult. Catapult. Catapult.
[Repeat 2nd verse]
Writer: Bill Berry, Peter Buck, Michael Mills, Michael Stipe
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Sitting Still
This name I got we all agreed
See could stop, stop it will rid
We could bind it in the cist
We could gather, throw a fit
Up to buy, Katie buys a kitchen size, but not Mae Ann
Setting trap for love, making a waste a time, sitting still
I'm the sign and you can read
I'm the sign and you're not deaf
We could bind it in the cist
We could gather, throw a fit
Up to buy, Katie buys a kitchen size, but not Mae Ann
Setting trap for love, making a waste a time, sitting still
I can hear you, I can hear you, I can hear you
This name I got we all agree
See could stop, stop it will rid
We could bind it in the cist
We could gather, throw a fit
Up to buy, Katie buys a kitchen size, but not Mae Ann
Setting trap for love, making a waste a time, sitting still
I can hear you, I can hear you, I can hear you
You can gather when I talk, talk until you're blue
You could get away from me, get away from me
I'm up to buy, Katie buys a kitchen size, but not Mae Ann
Setting trap for love, making a waste a time, sitting still
I can hear you, I can hear you, I can hear you
I can hear you, I can hear you, I can hear you
Can you hear me?
See could stop, stop it will rid
We could bind it in the cist
We could gather, throw a fit
Up to buy, Katie buys a kitchen size, but not Mae Ann
Setting trap for love, making a waste a time, sitting still
I'm the sign and you can read
I'm the sign and you're not deaf
We could bind it in the cist
We could gather, throw a fit
Up to buy, Katie buys a kitchen size, but not Mae Ann
Setting trap for love, making a waste a time, sitting still
I can hear you, I can hear you, I can hear you
This name I got we all agree
See could stop, stop it will rid
We could bind it in the cist
We could gather, throw a fit
Up to buy, Katie buys a kitchen size, but not Mae Ann
Setting trap for love, making a waste a time, sitting still
I can hear you, I can hear you, I can hear you
You can gather when I talk, talk until you're blue
You could get away from me, get away from me
I'm up to buy, Katie buys a kitchen size, but not Mae Ann
Setting trap for love, making a waste a time, sitting still
I can hear you, I can hear you, I can hear you
I can hear you, I can hear you, I can hear you
Can you hear me?
Writer: Bill Berry, Peter Buck, Michael Mills, Michael Stipe
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
9-9
Steady repetition is a compulsion mutually reinforced.
Now what does that mean?
Is there a just contradiction?
Nothing much.
Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
If I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord, hesitate.
Got to punch
Right on target
Twisting tongues
Gotta stripe down his back
All nine yards down her back
Give me a couple,
Don't give me a couple of pointers,
Turn to lies and conversation fear
Got to punch
Right on target
Twisting tongues
Gotta stripe down his back
All nine yards down her back
Give me a couple,
Don't give me a couple of pointers,
Turn to lies and conversation fear
What is in my mind?
What is in my mind?
Steady repetition is a compulsion mutually reinforced.
Now what does that mean?
Is there a just contradiction?
Nothing much.
Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
If I should die before I wake, oh come on, hesitate, hesitate.
Got to punch
Right on target
Twisting tongues
Gotta stripe down her back
All nine yards down his back
Give me a couple,
Don't give me a couple of pointers,
Turn to lies and conversation fear
Conversation fear.
Conversation fear.
Conversation fear.
Now what does that mean?
Is there a just contradiction?
Nothing much.
Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
If I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord, hesitate.
Got to punch
Right on target
Twisting tongues
Gotta stripe down his back
All nine yards down her back
Give me a couple,
Don't give me a couple of pointers,
Turn to lies and conversation fear
Got to punch
Right on target
Twisting tongues
Gotta stripe down his back
All nine yards down her back
Give me a couple,
Don't give me a couple of pointers,
Turn to lies and conversation fear
What is in my mind?
What is in my mind?
Steady repetition is a compulsion mutually reinforced.
Now what does that mean?
Is there a just contradiction?
Nothing much.
Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
If I should die before I wake, oh come on, hesitate, hesitate.
Got to punch
Right on target
Twisting tongues
Gotta stripe down her back
All nine yards down his back
Give me a couple,
Don't give me a couple of pointers,
Turn to lies and conversation fear
Conversation fear.
Conversation fear.
Conversation fear.
Writer: Bill Berry, Peter Buck, Michael Mills, Michael Stipe
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Shaking Through
Could it be that one small voice doesn't count in the world?
Yellow like a geisha gown, denial all the way
Could this by three be turned? Honor marches on.
Yellow like a geisha gown, denial all the way
Yellow like a geisha gown, denial all the way
Could this by three be turned? Honor marches on.
Yellow like a geisha gown, denial all the way
Shaking through, opportune. Shaking through, opportune.
Are we grown way too far?
Taking after rain
Yellow like a geisha gown, denial all the way
Shaking through, opportune. Shaking through, opportune.
In my life.
Is that a steal?
Children of today on parade,
Yellow like a geisha gown, denial all the way
Shaking through, opportune. Shaking through, opportune.
Shaking through, opportune. Shaking through, opportune.
Writer: Bill Berry, Peter Buck, Michael Mills, Michael Stipe
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
We Walk
Up the stairs to the landing, up the stairs into the hall
Take oasis, Marat's bathing
We walk through the wood we walk
Up the stairs to the landing, up the stairs into the hall
Take oasis, Marat's bathing
We walk through the woods we walk
Take oasis take oasis take oasis take oasis
Up the stairs to the landing, up the stairs into the hall
Take oasis, Marat's bathing
We walk through the world we walk
Up the stairs to the landing, up the stairs into the hall
Take oasis, Marat's bathing
Up the stairs to the landing, up the stairs into the hall
Take oasis, Marat's bathing
Up the stairs to the landing, up the stairs into the hall
Into the hall
Take oasis, Marat's bathing
We walk through the wood we walk
Up the stairs to the landing, up the stairs into the hall
Take oasis, Marat's bathing
We walk through the woods we walk
Take oasis take oasis take oasis take oasis
Up the stairs to the landing, up the stairs into the hall
Take oasis, Marat's bathing
We walk through the world we walk
Up the stairs to the landing, up the stairs into the hall
Take oasis, Marat's bathing
Up the stairs to the landing, up the stairs into the hall
Take oasis, Marat's bathing
Up the stairs to the landing, up the stairs into the hall
Into the hall
Writer: John Michael Stipe, Michael E. Mills, Peter Lawrence Buck, William Thomas Berry
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
West Of The Fields
Long gone, intuition to assume are gone when we try.
Dream of a living jungle in my way back home when we die.
Dream of a living jungle in my way back home when we die.
West of the fields. West of the fields. West of the fields. West of the fields.
Long gone. Long gone. Long gone. Long gone. West of the fields.
Dreams of Elysian, to assume are gone when we try
Tell now what is dreaming
When we try to listen with your eyes oversimplify
The animals, how strange. Try, try to stick it in.
The animals, how strange. Try, try to stick it in.
Dreams of Elysian, to assume are gone when we try
Tell now what is dreaming when we try.
Listen through your eyes when we die.
West of the fields. West of the fields. West of the fields. West of the fields.
Long gone. Long gone. Long gone. Long gone. West of the fields.
Writer: Bill Berry, Neill Bogan, Peter Buck, Michae Mills, Michael Stipe
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Murmur is the debut studio album by American alternative rock band R.E.M., released on April 12, 1983, by I.R.S. Records. The album was recorded at Reflection Studios in Charlotte, North Carolina, with musicians Don Dixon and Mitch Easter serving as producers.
Murmur drew critical acclaim upon its release for its unusual sound, defined by lead singer Michael Stipe's cryptic lyrics, guitarist Peter Buck's jangly guitar style, and bass guitarist Mike Mills's melodic basslines. In 2003, the album was ranked number 197 in Rolling Stone magazine's list of the "500 Greatest Albums of All Time". It retained the position in the 2012 list and was raised to number 165 in the 2020 revision.
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R.E.M.Murmur drew critical acclaim upon its release for its unusual sound, defined by lead singer Michael Stipe's cryptic lyrics, guitarist Peter Buck's jangly guitar style, and bass guitarist Mike Mills's melodic basslines. In 2003, the album was ranked number 197 in Rolling Stone magazine's list of the "500 Greatest Albums of All Time". It retained the position in the 2012 list and was raised to number 165 in the 2020 revision.
Genre(s): Jangle pop, alternative rock, post-punk, folk rock, garage rock
Producer(s): Don Dixon, Mitch Easter
Length: 44:11
Released: April 12th, 1983
Year: 1983