Songs My Ghost Sings

I finally talked to Michael Stipe, he touched me on my arm. I met him up in the Hollywood Hills, among the movie and TV stars. I finally met old Michael that day, I met the girl in his videos too. Sofia Coppola looked at me, I finally talked to Michael Stipe,
he touched me on my arm.
I met him up in the Hollywood Hills,
among the movie and TV stars.

I finally met old Michael that day,
I met the girl in his videos too.
Sofia Coppola looked at me,
I didn't know what the hell to do.

Michael Stipe
and I, tonight.
Michael Stipe,
and I cry tonight.

I finally talked to Michael Stipe,
but I didn't get to see his car.

Him and River Phoenix were
leaving on the road tomorrow.

I finally met old Michael that day,
up the Laurel Canyon way.

Neil said it was full of famous stars,
hell I was driving Mark Lanegan's car.

Michael Stipe
and I, tonight.
Michael Stipe,
and I cry tonight.

We said goodbye to John Frusciante
at his Chateau Marmont suite.

We couldn't find a part, not a piece of our heart,
I guess we all had a lot better things to see.

I think I'll go back to Texas soon,
leave these Hollywood Hills.

Shoot myself dead with a gun to my head,
that's what this town would have me do.

Michael Stipe
and I, tonight.
Michael Stipe,
and I cry tonight.

P

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She sells seeshells down by the sea shore...

All language began as song.

Angels sing to me.
Sing to thee.

Do ya ever wonder... who he'd now be?

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