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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Michael Stipe
Michael Stipe
Vocals
Peter Buck
Peter Buck
Mandolin
Andrew Cox
Andrew Cox
Cello
Bill Berry
Bill Berry
Percussion
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
Paul Murphy
Paul Murphy
Viola
Ralph David Jones
Ralph David Jones
Double Bass
Reid Harris
Reid Harris
Viola
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bill Berry
Bill Berry
Songwriter
Michael Mills
Michael Mills
Songwriter
Michael Stipe
Michael Stipe
Songwriter
Peter Buck
Peter Buck
Songwriter
Mark Bingham
Mark Bingham
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
R.E.M.
R.E.M.
Producer
Scott Litt
Scott Litt
Producer
Dave Friedlander
Dave Friedlander
Assistant Mixing Engineer
John Keane
John Keane
Overdub Engineer
Stephen Marcussen
Stephen Marcussen
Mastering Engineer
Ted Malia
Ted Malia
Assistant Strings Engineer
Tom Garneau
Tom Garneau
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

This could be the saddest dusk ever seen You turn to a miracle high-alive My mind is racing as it always will My hands tired, my heart aches I'm half a world away, here My head sworn to go it alone and hold it along Haul it along and hold it Go it alone, hold it along And hold Oh, the lonely deep sit hollow I'm half a world, half the world away My shoes are gone, my life spent I had too much to drink I didn't think, and I didn't think of you I guess that's all I needed To go it alone and hold it along Haul it along and hold it Blackbirds, backwards, forwards and fall And hold Oh, this lonely world is wasted Pathetic eyes high-alive Blind to the tide that's turned the sea The storm, it came up strong It shook' the trees and blew away our fear I couldn't even hear To go it alone and hold it along Haul it along and hold it Go it alone and hold it along And hold Go it alone and hold it along Haul it along and hold it Blackbirds, backwards, forwards and fall And hold Oh, this could be the saddest dusk I've ever seen I turn to a miracle high-alive My mind is racing as it always will My hands tired, my heart aches I'm half a world away Go...
Writer(s): Peter Lawrence Buck, Michael E. Mills, John Michael Stipe, William Thomas Berry Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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