Confessions_of_a_MICHAEL_STIPE

CHORUS AND THE RING

hey there now young woolly, swing along

quote the scriptures

keep them guessing which pit you crawled from.

justify it, just deny it, was it fun? 

your time has come.

what have you done, what have you done?

that’s when the insults start to sting

you can’t remember anything

the chorus chime in, the greek chorus

the machine of God singing

it’s the poison that in measures brings illuminating vision.

it’s the knowing with a wink that we expect in southern women.

it’s the wolf that knows which root to dig to save itself.

it’s the octopus that crawled back to the sea.

that’s when the insults start to sting

you can’t remember anything

the chorus chime in, the greek chorus

the machine of God ring!

hammered, shooting plywood in the backyard.

laughing cuz the racket makes the blackbirds sing.

write the holy terror, suck the marrow from the bone.

singe your own wings burning books 

you got the chorus and the ring.  

that’s when the insults start to sting

you can’t remember anything

the chorus chime in, the greek chorus

the machine sings

that’s when the insults start to sting

you can’t remember anything

the chorus chime in, the greek chorus

the machine sings

that’s when the calibration, brittle as a stick, 

gets you the gold ring 

and the tar museum, 

Che Guevera wink, gold ring. 

gold ring.

sing…!!!