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INTERPRÉTATION
Bill Berry
Bill Berry
Batterie
Mike Mills
Mike Mills
Basse
Michael Stipe
Michael Stipe
Voix principales
Peter Buck
Peter Buck
Guitare acoustique
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

Hey now, little speedyhead The read on the speedmeter says You have to go to task in the city Where people drown and people serve Don't be shy, you're just dessert Is only just light years to go Me, my thoughts are flower strewn With ocean storm, bayberry moon I have got to leave to find my way Watch the road and memorize This life that pass before my eyes And nothing is going my way The ocean is the river's goal A need to leave the water knows We're closer now than light years to go I have got to find the river Bergamot and vetiver Run through my head and fall away Leave the road and memorize This life that pass before my eyes And nothing is going my way There's no one left to take the lead But I tell you and you can see We're closer now than light years to go Pick up here and chase the ride The river empties to the tide Fall into the ocean The river to the ocean goes A fortune for the undertow None of this is going my way There is nothing left to throw Of ginger, lemon, indigo Coriander stem and rose of hay Strength and courage overrides The privileged and weary eyes Of river poet search naïveté Pick up here and chase the ride The river empties to the tide All of this is coming your way
Writer(s): Peter Lawrence Buck, Michael E. Mills, John Michael Stipe, William Thomas Berry Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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