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INTERPRÉTATION
R.E.M.
R.E.M.
Interprète
Mike Mills
Mike Mills
Basse
Peter Buck
Peter Buck
Guitare électrique
Michael Stipe
Michael Stipe
Chant
Barrett Martin
Barrett Martin
Batterie
Scott McCaughey
Scott McCaughey
Guitare
Joey Waronker
Joey Waronker
Batterie
John Keane
John Keane
Guitare
Bruce Kaphan
Bruce Kaphan
Guitare
Jere Flint
Jere Flint
Direction des cordes
Paul Murphy
Paul Murphy
Alto
Jun Ching Lin
Jun Ching Lin
Violon
David Arenz
David Arenz
Violon
David Braitberg
David Braitberg
Violon
Willard Shull
Willard Shull
Violon
Sou-Chun Su
Sou-Chun Su
Violon
Ellie Arenz
Ellie Arenz
Violon
Jay Christy
Jay Christy
Violon
Anne Page
Anne Page
Violon
Helen Porter
Helen Porter
Violon
Reid Harris
Reid Harris
Alto
Heidi Nitchie
Heidi Nitchie
Alto
Patti Gouvas
Patti Gouvas
Alto
Daniel Laufer
Daniel Laufer
Violoncelle
Elizabeth Murphy
Elizabeth Murphy
Violoncelle
Christopher Rex
Christopher Rex
Violoncelle
Nan Maddox
Nan Maddox
Violoncelle
Douglas Sommer
Douglas Sommer
Contrebasse
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Leonard Cohen
Leonard Cohen
Composition
Mike Mills
Mike Mills
Paroles/Composition
Peter Buck
Peter Buck
Paroles/Composition
Michael Mills
Michael Mills
Composition
Michael Stipe
Michael Stipe
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
R.E.M.
R.E.M.
Production
Pat McCarthy
Pat McCarthy
Production
Mike Mills
Mike Mills
Production
Peter Buck
Peter Buck
Production
Michael Stipe
Michael Stipe
Production
Bob Ludwig
Bob Ludwig
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Nigel Godrich
Nigel Godrich
Ingénierie de mixage
Suzanne Dyer
Suzanne Dyer
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage

Paroles

You want to go out Friday And you want to go forever You know that it sounds childish That you've dreamt of alligators You hope that we are with you And you hope you're recognized You want to go forever You see it in my eyes I'm lost in the confusion And it doesn't seem to matter You really can't believe it And you hope it's getting better You want to trust the doctors Their procedure is the best But the last try was a failure And the intern was a mess And they did the same to Matthew And he bled 'til Sunday night They're saying, "Don't be frightened" But you're weakened by the sight of it You lock into a pattern And you know that it's the last ditch You're trying to see through it And it doesn't make sense But they're saying, "Don't be frightened" And they're killing alligators And they're hog-tied and accepting of The struggle You want to trust religion And you know it's allegory But the people who are followers Have written their own story So you look up to the heavens And you hope that it's a spaceship And it's something from your childhood You're thinking don't be frightened You want to climb the ladder You want to see forever You want to go out Friday And you want to go forever And you want to cross your DNA To cross your DNA with something reptile And you're questioning the sciences As you questioning religion You're looking like an idiot And you no longer care And you want to bridge the schism A built-in mechanism to protect you And you're looking for salvation And you're looking for deliverance You're looking like an idiot And you no longer care Because you want to climb the ladder You want to go forever And you want to go out Friday You want to go forever
Writer(s): Leonard Cohen, Peter Buck, Michael Stipe, Mike Mills Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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