Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bill Berry
Drums
Michael Stipe
Lead Vocals
Mike Mills
Bass
Peter Buck
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bill Berry
Songwriter
Peter Buck
Songwriter
Michael Stipe
Songwriter
Mike Mills
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Don Gehman
Producer
Greg Edward
Mixing Engineer
Ross Hogarth
Engineer
Rick Fetig
Assistant Engineer
Jim Dineen
Assistant Engineer
Bob Ludwig
Mastering Engineer
Stan Katayama
Assistant Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
<span begin="0.000" end="0.200">I'm</span> <span begin="0.200" end="0.400">not</span> <span begin="0.400" end="0.600">feeding</span> <span begin="0.600" end="0.800">off</span> <span begin="0.800" end="1.000">you,</span> <span begin="1.000" end="1.200">I</span> <span begin="1.200" end="1.400">will</span> <span begin="1.400" end="1.600">rearrange</span> <span begin="1.600" end="1.800">your</span> <span begin="1.800" end="2.000">scales</span>
If I can and I can
March into the ocean, march into the sea, had a hat
I put it down and it sunk, reached down
Yanked it up, slapped it on my head
[Verse 2]
All the people gather
Fly to carry each his burden, we are young despite the years
We are concerned, we are hope despite the times
All of a sudden, these days
Happy throngs, take this joy
Wherever, wherever
[Verse 3]
I wish to eat each one of you, and you, me, you
If I can and I can
We have many things in common, name three (Three, three, three)
I had a hat and it sunk, reached down
Yanked it up, slapped it on my head
[Verse 4]
All the people gather
Fly to carry each his burden, we are young despite the years
We are concerned, we are hope despite the times
[Verse 5]
All of a sudden, these days
Happy throngs, take this joy
Wherever, wherever you go
[Verse 6]
And I'm not feeding off you, I will rearrange your scales
If I can and I can
I wish to eat each one of you, and you, me, you
I had a hat and it sunk, reached down
Yanked it up, slapped it on my head
[Verse 7]
All the people gather
Fly to carry each his burden, we are young despite the years
We are concerned, we are hope despite the times
[Verse 8]
All of a sudden, these days
Happy throngs, take this joy
Wherever, wherever you
[Verse 9]
Carry each his burden, we are young despite the years
We are concerned, we are hope despite the times
[Verse 10]
All of a sudden, these days
Happy throngs, take this joy
Wherever, wherever you go
Written by: John Michael Stipe, Michael Edward Mills, Peter Lawrence Buck, William Thomas Berry