Parakeet (Live) [10/23/98 VH-1 Storytellers, Grand Ballroom, Manhattan Center, NYC] Songtext
von R.E.M.

You wake up in the morning
And fall out of your bed
Mean cats eat parakeets
And this one′s nearly dead

You dearly wish the wind would shift
And greasy window slide
Open for the parakeet
Who's colored bitter lime

Open the window
To lift into your dreams
Baby, baby
You can barely breathe

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 90s
Light up your wings
And scan the shortwave radio
It's tracking outer rings

Open the window
To lift into a dream
Baby, baby
You can start to breathe

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

Open the window
To lift into a dream
Baby, baby
You can start to breathe


Open the window
To lift into a dream
Baby, baby
You can start to breathe

You wake up in the morning
To warm Pacific breeze
Where mean cats chew on licorice
And cannot climb the trees