R.E.M PARAKEET Bm Em You wake up in the morning Bm Em And fall out of your bed Bm Em Mean cats eat parakeets D C B And this one's nearly dead. Bm Em You dearly wish the wind would shift Bm Em And greasy windows slide SBm Em Open for the parakeet D C B Who's colored bitter lime. Em C Open the window Am B And lift into your dreams Em C Lately, baby Am B You can barely breathe. A broken wrist an accident You know that something's wrong You fold the leavings of your past No one knows you've gone. The sunspot flares of the early Nineties light up your wings. And scan the short-wave radio It's tracking outer rings. The tectonic dispatcher shifts To smooth the ocean floor And flattens out to warmer winds Of Brisbane's sunny shore. Where buddhas tend to mending wrists A tea made from the leaves Of eucalyptus fragrances And coriander seeds. You wake up in the morning To warm pacific breeze Where mean cats chew on licorice And cannot climb the trees. Open the window And lift into a dream Baby, baby Baby starts to breathe. ======================================================== Parakeet, de Rem ========================================================
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