Category Archives: REM

Lyrical Whisprings #4

Eastern to Mountain, third party call, the lines are down
The wise man built his words upon the rocks
But I’m not bound to follow suit
The trees will bend, the conversation’s dimmed
Go build yourself another home, this choice isn’t mine

REM

Lyrical whisprings #1

I don’t want to disappoint you
I’m not here to anoint you
I would lick your feet
But is that 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
REM