Текст песни R.E.M - Sad Professor
R.E.M - Sad Professor слова песни
(Buck/Mills/Stipe)
If we`re talking about love
Then I have to tell you
Dear readers, I`m not sure where I`m headed
I`ve gotten lost before
I`ve woke up stone drunk
Face down in the floor
Late afternoon, the house is hot
I started, I jumped up
Everyone hates a bore
Everybody hates a drunk
This may be a lit invention
Professors muddled in their intent
To try to rope in followers
To float their malcontent
As for this reader,
I`m already spent
Late afternoon, the house is hot
I started, I jumped up
Everyone hates a sad professor
I hate where I wound up
Dear readers, my apologies
I`m drifting in and out of sleep
Long silence presents the tragedies
Of love. Note the age. Get afraid
The surface hazy with attendant thoughts
A lazy eye metaphor on the rocks
Late afternoon, the house is hot
I started, I jumped up
Everyone hates a bore
Everybody hates a drunk
Everyone hates a sad professor
I hate where I wound up
I hate where I wound up