We're the Masters of Bits, And We Know It (and So Do You)
That's great, it starts with an email, words and
graphs, HTML and Cobra is not afraid.
I am a KarmaKid, listen to yourself spew - Web
serve your I.D., replicate I.D. Feed
it over munchkins, Larry, no, Shemp, Curly
start to hurry with fear write down sites. Fire
is a wire, representing Cringeley, a Web guru
for hire and a world-wide trip. Nerd with girl and drinking in
a hurry with the furies pouring down your throat. Pay
for play superiors baffled, trumped, tethered trapped.
Stuck in that low playing job, then. Uh oh,
three percent, explanation, objects bad, but I'm not sad. Save
your args, save HREFs. Web serve your I.D.,
listen at port 80, marshal with RMI and
I-Sphere and the right byte. You distributed
miscomputed, slam, shift, rift, gift, getting frequent
lift
We're the masters of bits, and we know it=20
We're the real three percent, and we show it.
We're the masters of bits, and we know it and so do you.
We will soon rule the world as we know it.
We will use XML to expose it
And our objectspace graphs will encode it by v0.2
(It's time I had some time alone)
Whew. Somebody else do the other verses.
-- Dr. E
Begin forwarded message:
Someone named Joe Barrera around 10:33 PM -0700 on 7/8/97, cleverly
crafted this:
> See http://www.retroweb.com/rem_lyrics_document.html#EndOfTheWorld
>
Pure fodder for Dr. Ernie...
~~~
It's The End Of The World As
We Know It (And I Feel Fine)
From: Document
(from sheet music corrected by Michael Stipe)
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)
Applicable copyright is implicit (Copyright =A9 R.E.M./Athens Ltd. for all
R.E.M. originals).
These lyrics are official only when stated and in other cases represent a
collaborative interpretation by fans
~~~
-T
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Running around robbing banks all wacked off of scooby snacks...
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