Upcoming Concerts for R.E.M.
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Scott Litt
Loops
Michael Stipe
Vocals
Peter Buck
Electric Guitar
Andrew Cox
Cello
Bill Berry
Drums
David Arenz
Violin
David Braitberg
Violin
David Kempers
Violin
Elizabeth Murphy
Cello
Ellie Arenz
Violin
KRS-One
Vocals
Kidd Jordan
Tenor Saxophone
Mike Mills
Bass
Paul Murphy
Leader
Peter Holsapple
Bass
Ralph Jones
Double Bass
Reid Harris
Viola
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Stipe
Songwriter
Peter Buck
Songwriter
Mike Mills
Songwriter
Bill Berry
Songwriter
Mark Bingham
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Scott Litt
Producer
Dave Friedlander
Assistant Mixing Engineer
John Keane
Overdub Engineer
Michael Reiter
Assistant Engineer
R.E.M.
Producer
Stephen Marcussen
Mastering Engineer
Ted Malia
Assistant Strings Engineer
Tom Garneau
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Hey, I can't find nothing on the radio
Yo! turn to that station
The world is collapsing
Around our ears
I turned up the radio
But I can't hear it
When I got to the house
And I called you out
I could tell that you had been crying, crying
It's that same sing song on the radio
It makes me sad
I meant to turn it off
To say goodbye
To leave in quiet, that radio song
Hey, hey, hey [(ha ha)]
I've everything to show [(everything to show)]
I've everything to hide [(everything to hide)]
Look into my eyes
Listen
When I got to the show
Yo ho ho
I could tell that you had been crying, crying
It's that same sing song, and the DJ sucks
It makes me sad
I tried to turn it off [(turn it off)]
To say goodbye my love
That radio song
Hey, hey, hey
The world is collapsing
Around our ears
I turned up the radio
But I can't hear it
Yeah, baby, baby, baby
I tried to sing along
But damn that radio song
Hey hey hey
I've everything to show [(everything to show)]
I've everything to hide [(everything to hide)]
Look into my eyes
Listen to the radio
I turned up the radio
But I can't hear it
No, I can't hear it
Hey, hey, hey
Say what?
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Say what?
Hey, hey, hey
Check it out
What are you saying?
What are you playing?
Who are you obeying?
Day out, day in, huh?
Baby, baby, baby
That stuff is driving me crazy
DJs communicate to the masses
Sex and violent classes
Now our children grow up prisoners
All their life- radio listeners
Writer(s): Peter Lawrence Buck, Michael E. Mills, John Michael Stipe, William Thomas Berry
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