Les paroles de la chanson
« It's the end of the world as we know it »
R.E.M.
That’s great, it starts
with an earthquake, birds and
snakes, an aeroplane and
Lenny Bruce is not afraid.
Eye of a hurricane,
listen to yourself churn - world
serves its own needs,
dummy serve your own needs.
Feed it off an aux speak,
grunt, no, strength, Ladder
start to clatter with
fear fight down height. Wire
in a fire, representing
seven games, a government
for hire and a combat
site. Left of west and coming in
a hurry with the furies
breathing down your neck. Team
by team reporters
baffled, trumped, tethered cropped.
Look at that low playing!
Fine, then. Uh oh,
overflow, population,
common food, but it’ll do. Save
yourself, serve yourself.
World serves its own needs,
listen to your heart
bleed dummy with the rapture and
the revered and the
right, right. You vitriolic,
patriotic, slam, fight,
bright light, feeling pretty
psyched.
It’s the end of the world
as we know it.
It’s the end of the world
as we know it.
It’s the end of the world
as we know it and I feel fine.
Six o’clock - TV hour.
Don’t get caught in foreign
towers. Slash and burn,
return, listen to yourself
churn. Locking in,
uniforming, book burning, blood
letting. Every motive
escalate. Automotive incinerate.
Light a candle, light a
votive. Step down, step down.
Watch your heel crush,
crushed, uh-oh, this means no
fear cavalier. Renegade
steer clear! A tournament,
tournament, a tournament
of lies. Offer me solutions,
offer me alternatives and
I decline.
It’s the end of the world
as we know it.
It’s the end of the world
as we know it.
It’s the end of the world
as we know it and I feel fine.
The other night I dreamt
of knives, continental
drift divide. Mountains
sit in a line, Leonard
Bernstein. Leonid
Brezhnev, Lenny Bruce and Lester
Bangs. Birthday party,
cheesecake, jelly bean, boom! You
symbiotic, patriotic,
slam book neck, right? Right.
It’s the end of the world
as we know it.
It’s the end of the world
as we know it.
It’s the end of the world
as we know it and I feel
fine...fine...
It’s time I had some
time alone)
with an earthquake, birds and
snakes, an aeroplane and
Lenny Bruce is not afraid.
Eye of a hurricane,
listen to yourself churn - world
serves its own needs,
dummy serve your own needs.
Feed it off an aux speak,
grunt, no, strength, Ladder
start to clatter with
fear fight down height. Wire
in a fire, representing
seven games, a government
for hire and a combat
site. Left of west and coming in
a hurry with the furies
breathing down your neck. Team
by team reporters
baffled, trumped, tethered cropped.
Look at that low playing!
Fine, then. Uh oh,
overflow, population,
common food, but it’ll do. Save
yourself, serve yourself.
World serves its own needs,
listen to your heart
bleed dummy with the rapture and
the revered and the
right, right. You vitriolic,
patriotic, slam, fight,
bright light, feeling pretty
psyched.
It’s the end of the world
as we know it.
It’s the end of the world
as we know it.
It’s the end of the world
as we know it and I feel fine.
Six o’clock - TV hour.
Don’t get caught in foreign
towers. Slash and burn,
return, listen to yourself
churn. Locking in,
uniforming, book burning, blood
letting. Every motive
escalate. Automotive incinerate.
Light a candle, light a
votive. Step down, step down.
Watch your heel crush,
crushed, uh-oh, this means no
fear cavalier. Renegade
steer clear! A tournament,
tournament, a tournament
of lies. Offer me solutions,
offer me alternatives and
I decline.
It’s the end of the world
as we know it.
It’s the end of the world
as we know it.
It’s the end of the world
as we know it and I feel fine.
The other night I dreamt
of knives, continental
drift divide. Mountains
sit in a line, Leonard
Bernstein. Leonid
Brezhnev, Lenny Bruce and Lester
Bangs. Birthday party,
cheesecake, jelly bean, boom! You
symbiotic, patriotic,
slam book neck, right? Right.
It’s the end of the world
as we know it.
It’s the end of the world
as we know it.
It’s the end of the world
as we know it and I feel
fine...fine...
It’s time I had some
time alone)
