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INTERPRÉTATION
Mike Mills
Mike Mills
Basse
Michael Stipe
Michael Stipe
Voix principales
Peter Buck
Peter Buck
Guitare électrique
Bill Berry
Bill Berry
Batterie
Scott Litt
Scott Litt
Harmonica
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Michael Stipe
Michael Stipe
Paroles/Composition
Peter Buck
Peter Buck
Paroles/Composition
William Berry
William Berry
Paroles/Composition
Michael Edward Mills
Michael Edward Mills
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
R.E.M.
R.E.M.
Production
Scott Litt
Scott Litt
Production
Andrew Roshberg
Andrew Roshberg
Ingénierie de prise de son
Clif Norrell
Clif Norrell
Ingénierie de mixage
Ed Brooks
Ed Brooks
Ingénierie de mixage
George Cowan
George Cowan
Ingénierie de prise de son
John Keane
John Keane
Ingénierie de prise de son
Mark Howard
Mark Howard
Ingénierie de prise de son
Stephen Marcussen
Stephen Marcussen
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Ted Malia
Ted Malia
Ingénierie de prise de son
Tod Lemkuhl
Tod Lemkuhl
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage

Paroles

These bastards stole their power from the victims of the us v. them years Wrecking all things virtuous and true The undermining social democratic downhill slide into abysmal Lost lamb off the precipice into the trickle down run-off pool They hypnotized the summer, 1979 Marched into the capital Brooding duplicitous, wicked and able, media-ready, heartless and labeled Super U.S. citizen, super achiever, mega-ultra power dosing Relax. Defense, defense, defense, defense. Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Ignoreland (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Ignoreland (Yeah, yeah, yeah) The information nation took their clues from all the soundbyte gluttons 1980, '84, '88, '92, too, too How to be what you can be, jump jam junking your energies How to walk in dignity with throw up on your shoes They amplified the autumn, 1979 Calculate the capital Up the republic, my skinny ass, TV tells a million lies The paper's terrified to report anything that isn't handed on a presidential spoon I'm just profoundly frustrated by all this So, fuck you man, fuck 'em (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Ignoreland (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Ignoreland If they wasn't there, we would have created them Maybe it is true But I'm resentful all the same Someone's got to take the blame I know that this is vitriol No solution, spleen-venting But I feel better having screamed, don't you? They desecrate the winter, 1979 Capital collateral Brooding duplicitous, wicked and able, media-ready, heartless and labeled Super U.S. citizen, super achiever, mega-ultra power dosing Relax. Defense, defense, defense, defense. Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Ignoreland (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Ignoreland (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Ignoreland (Yeah, yeah, yeah) This is not a revolution. I didn't do the revolution. Thank you
Writer(s): Peter Lawrence Buck, Michael E. Mills, John Michael Stipe, William Thomas Berry Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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