Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Scott Litt
Scott Litt
Loops
Michael Stipe
Michael Stipe
Vocals
Peter Buck
Peter Buck
Electric Guitar
Andrew Cox
Andrew Cox
Cello
Bill Berry
Bill Berry
Drums
David Arenz
David Arenz
Violin
David Braitberg
David Braitberg
Violin
David Kempers
David Kempers
Violin
Elizabeth Murphy
Elizabeth Murphy
Cello
Ellie Arenz
Ellie Arenz
Violin
KRS-One
KRS-One
Vocals
Kidd Jordan
Kidd Jordan
Tenor Saxophone
Michael Mills
Michael Mills
Bass
Paul Murphy
Paul Murphy
Viola
Peter Holsapple
Peter Holsapple
Bass
Ralph David Jones
Ralph David Jones
Double Bass
Reid Harris
Reid Harris
Viola
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Mills
Michael Mills
Songwriter
Michael Stipe
Michael Stipe
Songwriter
Peter Buck
Peter Buck
Songwriter
Bill Berry
Bill Berry
Songwriter
Mark Bingham
Mark Bingham
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Scott Litt
Scott Litt
Producer
Dave Friedlander
Dave Friedlander
Assistant Mixing Engineer
John Keane
John Keane
Overdub Engineer
Michael Reiter
Michael Reiter
Assistant Engineer
R.E.M.
R.E.M.
Producer
Stephen Marcussen
Stephen Marcussen
Mastering Engineer
Ted Malia
Ted Malia
Assistant Strings Engineer
Tom Garneau
Tom Garneau
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Hey, I can't find nothing on the radio Yo! turn to that station The world is collapsing Around our ears I turned up the radio But I can't hear it When I got to the house And I called you out I could tell that you had been crying, crying It's that same sing song on the radio It makes me sad I meant to turn it off To say goodbye To leave in quiet, that radio song Hey, hey, hey [(ha ha)] I've everything to show [(everything to show)] I've everything to hide [(everything to hide)] Look into my eyes Listen When I got to the show Yo ho ho I could tell that you had been crying, crying It's that same sing song, and the DJ sucks It makes me sad I tried to turn it off [(turn it off)] To say goodbye my love That radio song Hey, hey, hey The world is collapsing Around our ears I turned up the radio But I can't hear it Yeah, baby, baby, baby I tried to sing along But damn that radio song Hey hey hey I've everything to show [(everything to show)] I've everything to hide [(everything to hide)] Look into my eyes Listen to the radio I turned up the radio But I can't hear it No, I can't hear it Hey, hey, hey Say what? Hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey Say what? Hey, hey, hey Check it out What are you saying? What are you playing? Who are you obeying? Day out, day in, huh? Baby, baby, baby That stuff is driving me crazy DJs communicate to the masses Sex and violent classes Now our children grow up prisoners All their life- radio listeners
Writer(s): Peter Lawrence Buck, Michael E. Mills, John Michael Stipe, William Thomas Berry Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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