FIND THE RIVER
Hey now, little speedyhead,
The reading on the speedmeter says
You have to go to task in the city.
Where people drown and people serve
Don't be shy, your just dessert
Is only just light years to go.
Me, my thoughts are flowerstrewn
Ocean storm, bayberry moon
I have got to leave to find my way.
Watch the road and memorize
This life that passed before my eyes
Nothing is going my way.
The ocean is the river's goal,
A need to leave the water knows
We're closer now than light years to go.
I have got to find the river
Bergamot and Vetiver
Run through my head and fall away.
Leave the road and memorize
This life that passed before my eyes
And nothing is going my way.
There's no one left to take the lead
But I tell you and you can see
We're closer now than light years to go.
Pick up here and chase the ride
The river empties to the tide
Fall into the ocean.
The river to the ocean goes,
A fortune for the undertow
None of this is going my way.
There is nothing left to throw
Of ginger, lemon, indigo,
Coriander stem and rose of hay.
Strength and courage overrides
The privileged and weary eyes
Of river-poet searched naivete.
Pick up here and chase the ride
The river empties to the tide
All of this is coming your way.
Lyrics: Michael Stipe, Photo: Justin Sias
Hey now, little speedyhead,
The reading on the speedmeter says
You have to go to task in the city.
Where people drown and people serve
Don't be shy, your just dessert
Is only just light years to go.
Me, my thoughts are flowerstrewn
Ocean storm, bayberry moon
I have got to leave to find my way.
Watch the road and memorize
This life that passed before my eyes
Nothing is going my way.
The ocean is the river's goal,
A need to leave the water knows
We're closer now than light years to go.
I have got to find the river
Bergamot and Vetiver
Run through my head and fall away.
Leave the road and memorize
This life that passed before my eyes
And nothing is going my way.
There's no one left to take the lead
But I tell you and you can see
We're closer now than light years to go.
Pick up here and chase the ride
The river empties to the tide
Fall into the ocean.
The river to the ocean goes,
A fortune for the undertow
None of this is going my way.
There is nothing left to throw
Of ginger, lemon, indigo,
Coriander stem and rose of hay.
Strength and courage overrides
The privileged and weary eyes
Of river-poet searched naivete.
Pick up here and chase the ride
The river empties to the tide
All of this is coming your way.
Lyrics: Michael Stipe, Photo: Justin Sias
4 comments:
That is such a gorgeous picture!
Why, thank ya ma'am.
Nice! Photo and lyrics always do the trick for me. Love the setting sun and reflection, general colorations.
Meandering rivers have little say in the matter of being good photography subjects. They just are.
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