R.E.M - Little America Lyrics
Lyrics Translation
"Little America" is a song written by Bill Berry, Peter Buck, Mike Mills, and Michael Stipe. This track from the album Reckoning (1984) narrates R.E.M.'s touring experiences with abstract lyrics that reflect on life on the road.
Song lyrics
I can't see myself at thirty, I don't buy a lacquered thirty
Caught like flies, preserved for tomorrow's jewelry, again
Lighted in the amber yard, a green shellback, green shellback
Preserved for tomorrow's eyes, in a tree beer tar-black br'er sap
The biggest wagon is the empty wagon is the noisiest
The consul a horse, Jefferson, I think we're lost
Who will tend the farm museums, who will dust today's belongings
Who will sweep the floor, hedging near the givens
Rally round your leaders it's the mediator season
Diane is on the beach, do you realize the life she's led
The biggest wagon is the empty wagon is the noisiest
The consul a horse, oh man, I think we're lost
The biggest wagon is the empty wagon is the noisiest
A matter of course, Jefferson, drive
Lighted in the amber yard, a green shellback, green shellback
Skylight, sty-tied, Nero pie-tied, in a tree tar-black br'er sap
Reason has harnessed the tame, a lodging, not stockader's game
Another Greenville, another Magic Mart, Jeffer, grab your fiddle
The biggest wagon is the empty wagon is the noisiest
The consul a horse, Jefferson, I think we're lost
The biggest wagon is the empty wagon is the noisiest
The consul a horse, Jefferson, I think we're lost, lost