Song: Country Feedback Album: Out Of Time (1991) Out of Time is the seventh studio album by R.E.M., released on March 12, 1991. Lyrics: [Intro] One, two, three, four [Verse 1] This flower is scorched, this film is on On a maddening loop These clothes These clothes don't fit us right And I'm to blame It's all the same, it's all the same [Chorus] You come to me with a bone in your hand You come to me with your hair curled tight You come to me with positions You come to me with excuses ducked out in a row You wear me out, you wear me out [Verse 2] We've been through fake breakdowns Self-hurt, plastics, collections Self-help, self-pain, EST, psychics, fuck all I was central, I had control, I lost my head I need this, I need this A paperweight, a junk garage, a winter rain, a honey pot Crazy, all the lovers have been tagged A hotline, a wanted ad, it's crazy what you could've had [Chorus] It's crazy what you could've had It's crazy what you could've had I need this, I need this It's crazy what you could've had Crazy what you could've had I need it, I need this It's crazy what you could've had It's crazy what you could've had I need this, I, I, need this It's crazy what you could've had I need this, I need this It's crazy what you could've had Crazy what you could've had I need this, I need this [Outro] Crazy what you could've had Crazy what you could've had

Lyrics: Psychic spies from China try to steal your mind's elation And little girls from Sweden dream of silver screen quotation And if you want these kind of dreams it's Californication It's the edge of the world and all of Western civilization The sun may rise in the East at least it's settled in a final location It's understood that Hollywood sells Californication Pay your surgeon very well to break the spell of aging Celebrity skin, is this your chin, or is that war you're waging? First born unicorn Hardcore soft porn Dream of Californication Dream of Californication Dream of Californication Dream of Californication Marry me, girl, be my fairy to the world, be my very own constellation A teenage bride with a baby inside getting high on information And buy me a star on the boulevard, it's Californication Space may be the final frontier but it's made in a Hollywood basement And Cobain can you hear the spheres singing songs off Station To Station? And Alderaan's not far away, it's Californication Born and raised by those who praise control of population Well, everybody's been there and I don't mean on vacation First born unicorn Hardcore soft porn Dream of Californication Dream of Californication Dream of Californication Dream of Californication Destruction leads to a very rough road but it also breeds creation And earthquakes are to a girl's guitar, they're just another good vibration And tidal waves couldn't save the world from Californication Pay your surgeon very well to break the spell of aging Sicker than the rest, there is no test, but this is what you're craving? First born unicorn Hardcore soft porn Dream of Californication Dream of Californication Dream of Californication Dream of Californication

Song: American Idiot Album: American Idiot (2004) American Idiot is the seventh studio album by Green Day, released on September 21, 2004. Lyrics: [Verse 1] Don't wanna be an American idiot Don't want a nation under the new media And can you hear the sound of hysteria? The subliminal mind-fuck America [Chorus] Welcome to a new kind of tension All across the alienation Where everything isn't meant to be okay In television dreams of tomorrow We're not the ones who're meant to follow For that's enough to argue [Verse 2] Well, maybe I'm the faggot, America I'm not a part of a redneck agenda Now everybody do the propaganda And sing along to the age of paranoia [Chorus] Welcome to a new kind of tension All across the alienation Where everything isn't meant to be okay In television dreams of tomorrow We're not the ones who're meant to follow For that's enough to argue [Guitar Solo] [Bridge] Don't wanna be an American idiot One nation controlled by the media Information age of hysteria It's calling out to idiot America [Chorus] Welcome to a new kind of tension All across the alien nation Where everything isn't meant to be okay In television dreams of tomorrow We're not the ones who're meant to follow For that's enough to argue

Lyrics: I call you when I need you, my heart's on fire You come to me, come to me wild and wired Oh, you come to me, give me everything I need Give me a life time of promises and a world of dreams Speak the language of love like you know what it means Mm, and it can't be wrong, take my heart and make it strong, babe You're simply the best, better than all the rest Better than anyone, anyone I ever met I'm stuck on your heart, I hang on every word you say Tear us apart, baby, I would rather be dead In your heart I see the start of every night and every day In your eyes I get lost, I get washed away Just as long here in your arms I could be in no better place You're simply the best, better than all the rest Better than anyone, anyone I ever met I'm stuck on your heart, I hang on every word you say Tear us apart, baby, I would rather be dead Each time you leave me I start losing control You're walking away with my heart and my soul I can feel you even when I'm alone Oh, baby, don't let go You're the best, better than all the rest Better than anyone, anyone I ever met I'm stuck on your heart I hang on every word you say Tear us apart Baby I would rather be dead Oh you're the best