For The Singer Of R.E.M. - fIREHOSE

Here’s a version of tradition you can put in your drawer

In the desk where next to your chair’s the handle to your door

Dismantle the door handle, put the parts into your drawer

Say some words then make a sign, now open up the drawer:

The drawer can’t tell you more

Than to deal with the door

Now you object to objects actually meaning more

Than some pathetic, lame aesthetic stolling rone is famous for

Push the drawer closed, grab a firehose, point it at the door

Get it all wet, remember, forget what rock & roll is for

The drawer can’t tell you more

Than to deal with the door

Now you’re fishing for a mission way beyond the door

First you dream, next you’re scheming, searching through your drawer

For an oar for your trip bound for yet uncharted shores

Over-reaching, find me spieling, cataloging doors

The door’s a symbol for

These objects in your drawer