Automatic for the People Album

Artist(s): R.E.M.

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R.E.M. Automatic for the People Cover Art

Tracklist

Drive

length: 4:30
producer: Scott Litt and R.E.M.
conductor: George Hanson
guest violin: Lonnie Ottzen, Patti Gouvas, Sandy Salzinger, Sou-Chun Su, Jody Taylor and Denise Berginson-Smith
vocal: Michael Stipe
mixer: Scott Litt and Clif Norrell
engineer: Clif Norrell
guest cello: Daniel Laufer, Elizabeth Proctor Murphy and Kathleen Kee
guest oboe: Deborah Workman
guest viola: Heidi Nitchie, Reid Harris and Paul Murphy
orchestrator: John Paul Jones
writer: Bill Berry, Michael Stipe, Mike Mills, Peter Buck

Smack, crack, bushwhacked
Tie another one to the racks, baby

Hey kids, rock and roll
Nobody tells you where to go, baby

What if I ride
What if you walk
What if you rock around the clock
Tick-tock, tick-tock.
What if you did? What if you walk
What if you tried to get off, baby

Hey, kids, where are you
Nobody tells you what to do, baby

Hey kids, shake a leg
Maybe you're crazy in the head, baby

Maybe you did
Maybe you walked
Maybe you rocked around the clock
Tick-tock, tick-tock.
Maybe I ride
Maybe you walk
Maybe I drive to get off, baby

Hey kids, shake a leg
Maybe you're crazy in the head, baby

Ollie, ollie
Ollie ollie ollie
Ollie ollie in come free, baby

Hey, kids, where are you
Nobody tells you what to do, baby

Smack, crack. Shack-a-lack
Tie another one to your back, baby

Hey kids, rock and roll
Nobody tells you where to go, baby

Maybe you did
Maybe you walk
Maybe you rock around the clock
Tick-tock, tick-tock
Maybe I ride
Maybe you walk
Maybe I drive to get off, baby

Hey kids, where are you
Nobody tells you what to do, baby

Hey kids, rock and roll
Nobody tells you where to go, baby, baby, baby

Try Not to Breathe

length: 3:51
producer: Scott Litt and R.E.M.
vocal: Michael Stipe
mixer: Scott Litt and Clif Norrell
engineer: Clif Norrell
writer: Bill Berry, Michael Stipe, Mike Mills, Peter Buck
I will try not to breathe
I can hold my head still with my hands at my knees
These eyes are the eyes of the old, shiver and fold

I will try not to breathe
This decision is mine.
I have lived a full life
And these are the eyes that I want you to remember, oh

I need something to fly over my grave again
I need something to breathe

I will try not to burden you
I can hold these inside.
I will hold my breath
Until all these shivers subside,
Just look in my eyes

I will try not to worry you
I have seen things that you will never see
Leave it to memory me.
I shudder to breathe

I want you to remember, oh (you will never see)
I need something to fly (something to fly)
Over my grave again (you will never see)
I need something to breathe (something to breathe)
Baby, don't shiver now
Why do you shiver? (I will see things you will never see)
I need something to fly (something to fly)
Over my grave again. (I will see things you will never see)
I need something to breathe, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh

I will try not to worry you
I have seen things that you will never see
Leave it to memory me.
Don't dare me to breathe
I want you to remember, oh (you will never see)
I need something to fly (something to fly)
Over my grave again (you will never see)
I need something to breathe (something to breathe)
Baby, don't shiver now
Why do you shiver now? (I will see things you will never see)
I need something to breathe (something to breathe
I have seen things you will never see)
I want you to remember

The Sidewinder Sleeps Tonite

length: 4:09
producer: R.E.M. and Scott Litt
conductor: George Hanson
guest violin: Sou-Chun Su, Lonnie Ottzen, Denise Berginson-Smith, Jody Taylor, Sandy Salzinger and Patti Gouvas
vocal: Michael Stipe
mixer: Clif Norrell and Scott Litt
engineer: Clif Norrell
guest cello: Elizabeth Proctor Murphy, Kathleen Kee and Daniel Laufer
guest oboe: Deborah Workman
guest viola: Paul Murphy, Heidi Nitchie and Reid Harris
orchestrator: John Paul Jones
writer: Bill Berry, Michael Stipe, Mike Mills, Peter Buck
This here is the place where I will be staying.
There isn't a number. You can call the pay phone.
Let it ring a long, long, long, long time.
If I don't pick up, hang up, call back, let it ring some more.
If I don't pick up, pick up... The sidewinder sleeps, sleeps, sleeps in a coil

Call me when you try to wake her up. Call me when you try to wake her.
Call me when you try to wake her up. Call me when you try to wake her.
Call me when you try to wake her up. Call me when you try to wake her.

There are scratches all around the coin slot
like a heartbeat, baby trying to wake up,
but this machine can only swallow money.
You can't lay a patch by computer design.
It's just a lot of stupid, stupid signs.

Tell her,
tell her she can kiss my ass, then laugh and say that you were only kidding.
That way she'll know that it's really, really, really, really me.

Call me when you try to wake her up. Call me when you try to wake her.
Call me when you try to wake her up. Call me when you try to wake her.
Call me when you try to wake her up. Call me when you try to wake her.

Baby, instant soup doesn't really grab me.
Today I need something more sub-sub-sub-substantial.
A can of beans or blackeyed peas, some Nescafe and ice,
a candy bar, a falling star, or a reading from Doctor Seuss;

Call me when you try to wake her up. Call me when you try to wake her.
Call me when you try to wake her up. Call me when you try to wake her.
Call me when you try to wake her up. Call me when you try to wake her.

The cat in the hat came back, wrecked a lot of havoc on the way,
always had a smile and a reason to pretend.
But their world has flat backgrounds and little need to sleep but to dream.
The sidewinder sleeps on his back.

Call me when you try to wake her up. Call me when you try to wake her.
Call me when you try to wake her up. Call me when you try to wake her.
I can always sleep standing up. Call me when you try to wake her.
Call me when you try to wake her up. Call me when you try to wake her.
Call me when you try to wake her up. Call me when you try to wake her.
I can always sleep standing up. Call me when you try to wake her.
Call me when you try to wake her up. Call me when you try to wake her.
I can always sleep standing up. Call me when you try to wake her.
I can always sleep standing up. Call me when you try to wake her.

We've got to moogie, moogie, move on this one.

Everybody Hurts

length: 5:19
producer: Scott Litt and R.E.M.
conductor: George Hanson
guest violin: Denise Berginson-Smith, Lonnie Ottzen, Sandy Salzinger, Jody Taylor, Sou-Chun Su and Patti Gouvas
vocal: Michael Stipe
mixer: Clif Norrell and Scott Litt
engineer: Clif Norrell
guest cello: Kathleen Kee, Elizabeth Proctor Murphy and Daniel Laufer
guest oboe: Deborah Workman
guest viola: Paul Murphy, Heidi Nitchie and Reid Harris
orchestrator: John Paul Jones
writer: Michael Stipe, Mike Mills, Bill Berry, Peter Buck
When your day is long and the night
The night is yours alone
When you're sure you've had enough of this life, well hang on
Don't let yourself go
Everybody cries and everybody hurts sometimes

Sometimes everything is wrong
Now it's time to sing along
When your day is night alone (hold on, hold on)
If you feel like letting go (hold on)
When you think you've had too much of this life, well hang on

Everybody hurts
Take comfort in your friends
Everybody hurts
Don't throw your hand Oh, no
Don't throw your hand
If you feel like you're alone, no, no, no, you are not alone

If you're on your own in this life
The days and nights are long
When you think you've had too much of this life to hang on

Well, everybody hurts sometimes
Everybody cries
And everybody hurts sometimes
And everybody hurts sometimes
So, hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on
(Hold on, hold on)

Everybody hurts
You are not alone

New Orleans Instrumental No. 1

length: 2:16
producer: R.E.M. and Scott Litt
mixer: Clif Norrell and Scott Litt
engineer: Clif Norrell
composer: Bill Berry, Michael Stipe, Mike Mills, Peter Buck
Instrumental

Sweetness Follows

length: 4:22
producer: R.E.M. and Scott Litt
vocal: Michael Stipe
mixer: Clif Norrell and Scott Litt
engineer: Clif Norrell
guest cello: Knox Chandler
writer: Bill Berry, Michael Stipe, Mike Mills, Peter Buck
Readying to bury your father and your mother,
What did you think when you lost another?
I used to wonder why did you bother,
Distanced from one, blind to the other?

Listen here, my sister and my brother
What would you care if you lost the other?
I always wonder why did we bother,
Distanced from one, deaf to the other

[Chorus]
Oh, oh, but sweetness follows

It's these little things, they can pull you under
Live your life filled with joy and wonder
I always knew this altogether thunder
Was lost in our little lives

[Chorus: x3]

It's these little things, they can pull you under
Live your life filled with joy and thunder
Yeah, yeah, we were altogether
Lost in our little lives

Oh, oh, ah

[Chorus]

Oh, oh, oh, oh, but sweetness follows

Monty Got a Raw Deal

length: 3:18
producer: Scott Litt and R.E.M.
vocal: Michael Stipe
mixer: Clif Norrell and Scott Litt
engineer: Clif Norrell
guest cello: Knox Chandler
writer: Bill Berry, Michael Stipe, Mike Mills, Peter Buck
Monty this seems strange to me
The movies had that movie thing,
But nonsense has a welcome ring
And heroes don't come easy

Now nonsense isn't new to me
I know my head, I know my feet,
But mischief knocked me in the knees
Said, just let go, just let go

I saw the ocean meet the man
I saw you buried in the sand
A friend was there to hold your hand,
Said, walk on by

So, I went walking through the street
I saw you strung up in a tree
A woman knelt there said to me,
Said, hold your tongue, ma, hold your tongue

You don't owe me anything
You don't want this sympathy (waste your breath)
Don't you waste your breath (waste your breath)
For the silver screen

That nonsense doesn't mean a thing,
They tried to bust you in a sting,
But virtue isn't everything
So, don't waste time

Now, here's a rhyme that you can steal
Put this on your reel to reel
Mischief threw a rotten deal
Monty's laying low, man
He is laying low
Just let go, y'all
Just let go

You don't owe me anything
You don't want this sympathy (waste your breath)
Don't you waste your breath (waste your breath)
Monty this seems strange to me

Ignoreland

length: 4:28
producer: R.E.M. and Scott Litt
vocal: Michael Stipe
mixer: Clif Norrell and Scott Litt
engineer: Clif Norrell
guest harmonica & clavinet: Scott Litt
writer: Bill Berry, Michael Stipe, Mike Mills, Peter Buck
These bastards stole their power
From the victims of the Us v Them years,
Wrecking all things virtuous and true
The undermining social democratic downhill slide into abysmal
Lost lamb off the precipice into the trickle down runoff pool
They hypnotized the summer, 1979
Marched into the capital brooding duplicitous,
Wicked and able, media-ready,
Heartless, and labeled
Super US citizen, super achiever,
Mega ultra power dosing, relax
Defense, defense, defense, defense

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, Ignoreland
Yeah, yeah, yeah, Ignoreland
Yeah, yeah, yeah

The information nation took their
Clues from all the sound-bite gluttons
1980, eighty four, eighty eight, ninety two too, too
How to be what you can be,
Jump jam junking your energies
How to walk in dignity with throw up on your shoes
They amplified the autumn, 1979
Calculate the capital,
Up the republic my skinny ***
TV tells a million lies
The paper's terrified to report
Anything that isn't handed on a presidential spoon,
I'm just profoundly frustrated by all this
So, **** you, man (**** 'em)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, Ignoreland
Yeah, yeah, yeah, Ignoreland

If they weren't there we would have created them
Maybe, it's true,
But I'm resentful all the same
Someone's got to take the blame
I know that this is vitriol
No solution, spleen-venting,
But I feel better having screamed
Don't you?
They desecrated winter, 1979
Capital collateral
Brooding duplicitous, wicked and able, media-ready,
Heartless, and labeled

Super US citizen, super achiever,
Mega ultra power dosing, relax
Defense, defense, defense, defense

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, Ignoreland
Yeah, yeah, yeah, Ignoreland
Yeah, yeah, yeah, Ignoreland

Yeah, yeah, yeah
I did not do the revolution
Thank you

Star Me Kitten

length: 3:17
producer: Scott Litt and R.E.M.
vocal: Michael Stipe
mixer: Scott Litt and Clif Norrell
engineer: Clif Norrell
writer: Bill Berry, Michael Stipe, Mike Mills, Peter Buck
Keys cut, three for the price of one
Nothing's free but guaranteed for a lifetime's use
I've changed the locks
And you can't have one
You, you know the other two

The brakes have worn so thin that you could hear,
I hear them screeching through the door from our driveway
Hey love, look into your glove box heart
What is there for me inside? This love is tired
I've changed the locks.
Have I misplaced you?
Have we lost our minds?
Will this never end?
It could depend on your take

You, me, we used to be on fire
If keys are all that stand between,
Can I throw in the ring?
No gasoline
Just **** me kitten
You are wild and I'm in your possession
Nothing's free so, **** me kitten

I'm in your possession
So, **** me kitten

Man on the Moon

length: 5:14
producer: R.E.M. and Scott Litt
vocal: Michael Stipe
mixer: Scott Litt and Clif Norrell
engineer: Clif Norrell
writer: Bill Berry, Michael Stipe, Mike Mills, Peter Buck
Mott the Hoople and the game of Life (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Andy Kaufman in the wrestling match (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Monopoly, Twenty-one, Checkers, and Chess (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Mister Fred Blassie in a breakfast mess (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Let's play Twister, let's play Risk (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
See you heaven if you make the list (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Now, Andy did you hear about this one
Tell me, are you locked in the punch
Andy are you goofing on Elvis? Hey, baby
Are we losing touch
If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon
If you believe there's nothing up his sleeve, then nothing is cool

Moses went walking with the staff of wood (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Newton got beaned by the apple good (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Egypt was troubled by the horrible asp (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Mister Charles Darwin had the gall to ask (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Now Andy did you hear about this one
Tell me, are you locked in the punch
Hey, Andy are you goofing on Elvis? Hey, baby.
Are you having fun
If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon
If you believe there's nothing up his sleeve, then nothing is cool

Here's a little agit for the never-believer (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Here's a little ghost for the offering (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Here's a truck stop instead of Saint Peter's (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Mister Andy Kaufman's gone wrestling
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Now Andy did you hear about this one
Tell me, are you locked in the punch
Hey Andy are you goofing on Elvis, hey baby, are we losing touch
If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon
If you believe there's nothing up his sleeve, then nothing is cool

If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon
If you believe there's nothing up his sleeve, then nothing is cool

If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon
If you believe there's nothing up his sleeve, then nothing is cool

If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon
If you believe there's nothing up his sleeve, then nothing is cool

Nightswimming

length: 4:18
producer: R.E.M. and Scott Litt
conductor: George Hanson
guest violin: Denise Berginson-Smith, Patti Gouvas, Sandy Salzinger, Sou-Chun Su, Jody Taylor and Lonnie Ottzen
vocal: Michael Stipe
mixer: Scott Litt and Clif Norrell
engineer: Clif Norrell
guest cello: Daniel Laufer, Elizabeth Proctor Murphy and Kathleen Kee
guest oboe: Deborah Workman
guest viola: Reid Harris, Heidi Nitchie and Paul Murphy
orchestrator: John Paul Jones
writer: Bill Berry, Peter Buck, Mike Mills, Michael Stipe
Nightswimming deserves a quiet night
The photograph on the dashboard, taken years ago,
Turned around backwards so the windshield shows
Every streetlight reveals the picture in reverse
Still, it's so much clearer
I forgot my shirt at the water's edge
The moon is low tonight
Nightswimming deserves a quiet night
I'm not sure all these people understand
It's not like years ago,
The fear of getting caught,
Of recklessness and water
They cannot see me naked
These things, they go away,
Replaced by everyday

Nightswimming, remembering that night
September's coming soon
I'm pining for the moon
And what if there were two
Side by side in orbit
Around the fairest sun?
That bright, tight forever drum
Could not describe nightswimming

You, I thought I knew you
You I cannot judge
You, I thought you knew me,
This one laughing quietly underneath my breath
Nightswimming

The photograph reflects, every streetlight a reminder
Nightswimming deserves a quiet night, deserves a quiet night

Find the River

length: 3:51
producer: R.E.M. and Scott Litt
vocal: Michael Stipe
mixer: Scott Litt and Clif Norrell
engineer: Clif Norrell
writer: Michael Stipe, Bill Berry, Mike Mills, Peter Buck
Hey now, little speedy head,
The read on the speed meter says
You have to go to task in the city
Where people drown and people serve
Don't be shy
Your just deserve
Is only just light years to go

Me, my thoughts are flower strewn
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
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
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 naivete
Pick up here and chase the ride
The river empties to the tide
All of this is coming your way