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