I Wanted to Be Wrong R.E.M.
"I Wanted to Be Wrong" by R.E.M., released in 2008, is a #Rock song that explores themes of regret, longing, and the desire for truth in relationships. The lyrics convey a sense of vulnerability and introspection, underscoring the pain of unfulfilled hopes. Musically, it features melodic guitar lines and emotive vocals, contributing to its poignant atmosphere. The song reflects R.E.M.'s signature blend of introspective lyrics and melodic rock, resonating with fans seeking depth in music.
[Verse 1]
You know where I come from, you know what I feel
You're Yul Brynner Westworld reporting from the field
I threw it into reverse, made a motion to repeal
You kicked my legs from under me and tried to take the wheel
[Chorus]
I told you I wanted to be wrong, but everyone is humming a song
That I don't understand
[Verse 2]
Now I know that the sun has shined on my side of the street
The basket of America, the weevils and the wheat
The milk and honeyed congregation, scrubbed and apple-cheeked
Salute Apollo 13 from the rattle jewelry seats
[Chorus]
Mythology's seductive and it turned a trick on me
That I have just begun to understand
I told you I wanted to be wrong, but everyone is humming a song
That I don't understand
[Verse 3]
The rodeo is staged, gold circle goat-ropers and clowns
A rumble in the third act, tie 'em up and burn 'em down
We're armed to the teeth, born a little breech
Blue-plate special analysts, cells and SUV's
We can't approach the Allies cause they seem a little peeved
And speak a language we don't understand
You know where I come from, you know what I feel
You're Yul Brynner Westworld reporting from the field
I threw it into reverse, made a motion to repeal
You kicked my legs from under me and tried to take the wheel
[Chorus]
I told you I wanted to be wrong, but everyone is humming a song
That I don't understand
[Verse 2]
Now I know that the sun has shined on my side of the street
The basket of America, the weevils and the wheat
The milk and honeyed congregation, scrubbed and apple-cheeked
Salute Apollo 13 from the rattle jewelry seats
[Chorus]
Mythology's seductive and it turned a trick on me
That I have just begun to understand
I told you I wanted to be wrong, but everyone is humming a song
That I don't understand
[Verse 3]
The rodeo is staged, gold circle goat-ropers and clowns
A rumble in the third act, tie 'em up and burn 'em down
We're armed to the teeth, born a little breech
Blue-plate special analysts, cells and SUV's
We can't approach the Allies cause they seem a little peeved
And speak a language we don't understand
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