R.E.M. - Dead Letter Office



CRAZY (Pylon)

Listen

You're funny and you don't know why

You're funny and you can't even cry

You're funny and you don't know why

You're funny and you don't even try

Cause your head's shaking cause your arms are shaking

And your feet are shaking cause the earth is shaking

You're hungry and you don't know why

You're hungry and you can't even cry

You're hungry and you don't know why

You're hungry and you don't even cry

You take a walk and you try to understand

Nothing can hurt you

Unless you want it to

There are no answers

Many reasons to be strong

You take a walk you take a walk

You take a walk and you try to understand

You're in love and you don't know why

You're in love and you can't even cry

You're in love and you don't know why

You're in love and you don't even try


THERE SHE GOES AGAIN (The Velvet Underground)

 

There she goes again

She's out on the street again

She's down on her knees my friend

Won't have to ask her please again

Look a little closer there's no tears in her eyes

You know she won't make it with just any guy

What can you do

See her walking down the street

With all your friends she's gonna meet

You'd better hit her


BURNING DOWN

 

From the back of my neck, oh oh oh

Wired a glass jaw, oh oh

Plantation burning your boat is coming in

Strum your jew's-harp, you're reeking gin

Running water in a sinking boat

Going under but they've got your goat

Burning down - my hands are tied my feet are bound

Burning down - can't you see that my hands are bound

Johnny Mike is reading in the yard

His story's timely, oh oh oh

What river is it anyway, radio

Not in a boat, in your ear

Running water in a sinking boat

Going under but they've got your goat

Burning down - my hands are tied my feet are bound

Burning down - can't you see that my hands are bound

You pick your island in the sun

Take your island off he's got a gun

Burning down - my hands are tied my feet are bound

Burning down - can't you see that my hands are bound

He's cooking in the woods, a brush fire in your neck

Feeling mighty mighty, oh oh oh

You can pick your island in the sun

Take your island off he's got a gun

Running water in a sinking boat

Going under but they've got your goat

Burning down - my hands are tied my feet are bound

Burning down - can't you see that my hands are bound


VOICE OF HAROLD


(derived from the liner notes to the gospel album "The Joy of Knowing Jesus,"

by The Revelaires)

Reverend Bill Funderburk sings "He Cared That Much For Me";

Charles Surratt introduces his own composition "On Calvary For Me";

"The Joy of Knowing Jesus" is a song of pure delight featuring John Barbee;

The pure tenor quality of the voice of Harold Montgomery

gives a special interpretation to the grand old hymn "The Old Rugged Cross";

Chill bumps appear and I am frozen in the web they weave as they reveal their

innermost selves with the outpouring of their hearts...

On and on the songs roll and soon you are caught up

in the sermon in each rendition as you come to feel

the devotion and dedication that is poured forth.

Suddenly, you know they are real, they mean it!

"Let your light so shine..."

could not be more aptly applied

as there shines a light from heaven on your heart

through their singing. As an artist, Rhonda Montgomery

exemplifies piano artistry. That's Rhonda! An artist!

This album can be the instrument to mend a broken heart

or to straighten out your life through the sincere testimony

in the songs of THE REVELAIRES. A must!

J. Elmo Fagg, founder and leader

of the Blue Ridge Quartet

for 23 Years. Temple Records, LST 390

Planning to make a record?

We are associated with United Music World Recording Studios, Inc.,

West Columbia, S.C.. The Finest Sound Available Anywhere

"The Joy of Knowing Jesus",

produced by Joel Gentry

Cover/Backliner Design/REESOR

The Revelaires, A must.

The Revelaires.

A must, in their home.


BURNING HELL

 

Women got legs, men got pants

I got the picnic, you got the ants,

Put it in the fire heaven knows

Take my torch and touch your toes in hell

It's a burning hell

You can burn in Hell

It's a burning hell

You can burn in hell

It's a burning hell

Women don't fret, boys don't bet

Let me see your silhouette in hell

Women above me take my love

Love, love, love, love, love, love, love

It's a burning hell

It's a burning hell

Baby, baby, baby, I'm hell

It's a burning hell

Girl stop moving, boy behave

Baby, I'll put you in an early grave in hell

Love on the ceiling, love on the floor

I'm gonna leave you burning for more

Burn in the country, burn downtown

All the best people are burning down in hell, hell, Ah hell

It's a burning Hell

You'll burn in hell

It's a big, burning, giant, colossal matter

Hell

Oh baby, I'm hell

Burn, Burn, Burn!


TOYS IN THE ATTIC (Aerosmith)

 

Light voices scream nothing seems real's a dream

Leaving the things that you learned behind

Leaving the things that you love behind

All of the things that you learned were real

Nothing except for the years

Voices scream, nothing seems real's a dream

Toys toys toys in the attic

Light voices scream nothing seems real's a dream

Leaving the things that you love behind

Leaving the things that you learned behind

All of the things that you learned were real

Nothing except for the years

Voices scream, nothing seems real's a dream

Toys toys toys in the attic


WINDOUT

 

Windout - if you're out of wind

Windout - if you're really spent

Windout - if you're young and red

Yeah, tick tock, it's tine o'clock

Once is good enough, you really go...

So find out - if you're really spent

Find out - if you're out of wind

Windout - if you're out of sin

Winding up

There's no doubt - that you're feeling fine

No doubt - that you're out of mind

No doubt - that you're young and red

Windout - if you're really spent

Find out - if you're young and red

Windout - if you're out of wind

If you're young and red

Tick tock time to clock my band

Once is good enough, you really go...

Windout, find out, no doubt

Windout, find out, no doubt

Windout, windout, windout


AGES OF YOU

 

Postcard stowaway within

Pristine indigo without

Banded ottoman as such

Sofa seated one too much

All along the range all along the range

Ages of you

Train pulls over hanging bridge

Conductor looks up, thinks

out and down, hands stuck to the left

to the right, you should fall,

the horses just don't gossip anymore


PALE BLUE EYES (The Velvet Underground)

 

Sometimes I feel so happy

Sometimes I feel so sad

Sometimes I feel just about everything

Lately I'm just feeling bad

Lately I'm just feeling bad

Linger on your pale blue eyes

I thought of you as my mountain top

I thought of you as my peak

I thought of you as just about everything

I had but couldn't keep

I had but couldn't keep


BANDWAGON

 
Come on aboard, I promise you you won't hurt the horse

We treat him well, we feed him well.

There's lots of room for you on the bandwagon,

The road may be rough, the weather may forget us

But won't we all parade around and sing our songs,

a magic kingdom, open-armed

Greet us hello, bravo, name in lights

Passing on the word to fellow passengers and players, passing in,

Until you're tired looking at all the flags

And all the banners waving

This is some parade, yesiree Bob.

Could we have known?

Yesiree Bob, could we have known?

Look at all the flags and all the banners waving.

Open up our arms, a magic kingdom, open-armed and greet us all

Come on aboard I promise you you won't hurt the horse

We treat him well, we feed him well

There's lots of room for you on the bandwagon

The road may be rough, the weather may forget us

But won't we all parade around and sing our songs and wave our flags.

A magic kingdom, greet us all hello, greet us hello, greet us hello.


FEMME FATALE (The Velvet Underground)


Here she comes you better watch your step

She's going to play you for a fool it's true

It's not hard to realize

Just look into her false colored eyes

She'll build you up to just put you down

What a clown

Cause everybody knows the things she does to please

She's just a little tease

See the way she walks hear the way she talks

You're written in her book

You're number thirty-seven have a look

She's going to play you for a fool it's true

Little boy on the street

Before you start you're already beat

She's going to smile to make you frown

What a clown

Cause everybody knows (She's a femme fatale)

the things she does to please (She's a femme fatale)

She's just a little tease (She's a femme fatale)

See the way she walks hear the way she talks


WALTER'S THEME


Hey this is David

I've got a hat the size of Oklahoma

Put on my boots and going down to Walter's

Get me some barbecue

Bring some home to the misses

He'll give you a bag to put it in

This is David, signing off


KING OF THE ROAD (by Roger Miller)


Trailers for sale or rent
Rooms to let, fifty cents
No cars no pool no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes

It takes four hours of pushin' broom
To buy a four-by-twelve two-bit room
I'm a man of means, by no