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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, 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 naiveté
Pick up here and chase the ride
The river empties to the tide
All of this is coming your way
there's no key change, and the piano is very light. To me the power from this song comes from:
- the lonely accordion
- Stipe's melancholy approach and the super reflective, melancholy lyrics accepting inevitability of death
- wistful piano accompaniment, which rises and falls in the right spots to magnify the lyrics
but what really pushes it over the cliff is Mike Mills' INCREDIBLE backup vocals. They absolutely make the song
That accordion part is just enough. To me, the accordion at times can be overwhelming. One of my favorite REM pieces.
I've heard this song so many times, but until recently I'd never 'heard' it. Felt it, I mean. I know some of the lyrics are a bit nonsensical, but they work. Life, death, loss - a beautiful tribute to his grandmother.
c.
I remember reading quotes from Stype saying that
at the time of writing "Automatic" he was greatly affected by the loss of his grandmother he was very close to!
As a life long Led Zeppelin fan I find it pleasing to know that John Paul Jones was very involved in most of the song arrangements!
If one did not think REM genius after the early Eponyms release this album surely convinced!
there's no key change, and the piano is very light. To me the power from this song comes from:
- the lonely accordion
- Stipe's melancholy approach and the super reflective, melancholy lyrics accepting inevitability of death
- wistful piano accompaniment, which rises and falls in the right spots to magnify the lyrics
but what really pushes it over the cliff is Mike Mills' INCREDIBLE backup vocals. They absolutely make the song
Look after the king of R n R please
there's no key change, and the piano is very light. To me the power from this song comes from:
- the lonely accordion
- Stipe's melancholy approach and the super reflective, melancholy lyrics accepting inevitability of death
- wistful piano accompaniment, which rises and falls in the right spots to magnify the lyrics
but what really pushes it over the cliff is Mike Mills' INCREDIBLE backup vocals. They absolutely make the song
It uses a lot of minor chords, and chords with the 7th in them.
Same here
If "Less" was "More", it would be called "More". But as you can plainly see, it isn't.
Similar reaction on this end reading the Wiki page that pops up with the song and I did not know that REM used to be known as:
Hornets Attack Victor Mature
Bingo Hand Job (which means some extra 'winners' in the hall, eh?)
It Crawled from the South, Twisted Kites
yeah....I guess R.E.M. works better....though Bingo Hand Job sounds fun, er, good, too
Yes - he is singing a descant - it is beautiful.
I remember listening to this one in afternoon chemistry lab for quantitative analysis.
The Eagles never reached this level of superb song writing.
Buddha Said, "Life is suffering, and the concept of Happiness is an illusion." As for myself, I found I need more hope, less cynicism.
Finding the River is a noble, worthwhile quest, and seems to be what Life is all about...
THIS IS A WONDERFUL SONG from a fabulous collection of stunning brilliance. Bravo~!
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I don't think it's strange at all. My life has a soundtrack made up of records that are like this one is to you.
Agreed. Music is the ultimate time capsule.
But I know it does. And that's enough, for now.
Probably. in part nostalgia. More than just that.
I don't think it's strange at all. My life has a soundtrack made up of records that are like this one is to you.
Hi Ginetta, just wanted to say I once lived in your beautiful city, many years ago. And as far as this song goes, I love it.
José González-Teardrop
REM-Find the River
Great set. The González/R.E.M. segue was perfect.
Culture
by Robert Pinsky
Bewildered, bewildering primate. Absinthe. Circumcision. Couplets.
Grudges, beliefs. The war of my childhood, Europe tearing at itself.
Scarification. Conceptual art. Classic celebrated scholarly papers
On the Trobriand Islanders, more fiction or poetry than science.
Absorbed or transmitted always invisibly now invisibly in the air
From a digital Cloud. Visible and invisible in the funny papers.
Images, music. In the comic-strip family the snob Maggie's hair
Rose up curly as the treble clef that embraces the musical G.
Her pugnosed husband Jiggs, stocky as the bass clef, hair in two red
Tufts near his ears over the wing collar Maggie made him wear.
He wanted to sneak out of their mansion to "corned beef and cabbage"
At Dinty's—how could a mystified child guess it was code for beer?
In Africa I drank sweet palm wine ladled from a red vinyl bucket.
The animist Sangomo who spoke with Ancestors was also a Christian.
In the tune, I was drinking beer in a cabaret, Oh was I having fun! But
Pistol-Packin' Mama caught me there—and now I'm on the run.
The Web says the song was a hit by Al Dexter the year I was born.
Bewildered, mystified, I recognized it. Ginsberg recognized Time.
Different explanations of Hutu and Tutsi, are they peoples or races
Or tribes or constructions out of the thin air of Rwandan history?
Music of bold stereotypes: Irish sweepstakes Jiggs, "nouveau riche."
Hillbilly stereotype in a cabaret, the forbidding Mamas, objects of fear.
Charlie Chan, Life with Luigi, The Goldbergs, Amos'n'Andy. Japanese
Detective Mr. Moto played by the Jew Peter Lorre, who fled the Nazis.
Der Stürmer, lynchings, rapes, internment camps. Eliot's vicious book
Of lectures on Culture, delivered in Virginia, that he chose to suppress.
Virginia, Florida. The Dakotas. California, word with no known origin.
A young singer unconsciously voicing the sound of Auto-Tune software.
After Pearl Harbor a movie sidekick changed overnight from Japanese
To Filipino. Arts. Quotas, migrations, genocides. Near Beer. Beauty.
Maggie and Jiggs had a beautiful daughter, Nora. Virginal. The strip
Was beautifully drawn, the artist George McManus inspired he said by Art
Nouveau—and here he is photographed in costume as Jiggs, it was all a
Self-portrait: Oh lay that pistol down, Babe, a personal craving to survive.
Time flies when we're having fun... love this song...
Money Time
by Craig Morgan Teicher
Supposedly, time is money:
money will buy you time
assuming you have money
to spend, as well as time
to wait while your money
grows. However, time
spent waiting can be like money
misspent—it's often time
wasted, even if money
is made, a kind of time
not worth spending, so money
isn't necessarily time.
Maybe time is money
if you make with your time
something else that makes money,
though most of the time
it's not your money
you've made with your time.
And money isn't even money,
necessarily, in a time
like this, when money
loses value and time
is misspent losing money.
And time isn't even time
necessarily, if it's lost money
on which you're wasting time,
nor is money really money
if it's wasted on wasted time.
Still, sometimes, time is money,
but only if you have money and time.
Jose Gonzalez-Teardrop
Thievery Corporation- -Beloved
REM-Find the River
now that's a great set. And now we drop off a bit with Mellencamp's "I Saw you first"
No debate
Case closed.
Everybody in my church loves this song...
No debate
marvelous song... love it...
Heartbreaking and yet uplifting at the same time, kinda like Neil Young can do, and did, just one song ago, and God I wish the flow of this set can just keep drifting along in its current eddies...
All of this is coming your way...
Poetic. Unusual for Cherry Creek. Lived in Glendale in the Eighties. Worked at Colorado & I-25. Lived in Lakewood and worked in Cherry Creek again 10 yrs ago. The Riv is no more. Rick's cafe, no more. How terrible.....but the Bull & Bush survives!
Also, I think the album is the best album released during my lifetime; Perfect through and through...
Agree. See my comment above/below.
Also, I think the album is the best album released during my lifetime; Perfect through and through...
Heartbreaking and yet uplifting at the same time, kinda like Neil Young can do, and did, just one song ago, and God I wish the flow of this set can just keep drifting along in its current eddies...
All of this is coming your way...
well said(like always)John!
Heartbreaking and yet uplifting at the same time, kinda like Neil Young can do, and did, just one song ago, and God I wish the flow of this set can just keep drifting along in its current eddies...
All of this is coming your way...
I think that it's safe to bet that all I have to do in order to find a worse REM song is simply pick one randomly. Yes, this song is THAT great.
A truly great song is measured in time and number of listenings. After hundreds of times of hearing this song, I still feel its greatness. Not many songs are like that.
It is reminiscent in the chorus (which seems like a pretty standard progression), but not really the rest of the tune. The verse parts of this song sound like they hang around in D and Dminor, unlike Mr. Denver's song.
I had a much similar experience. I bought it, thought it was ok, than for some reason picked it back up for a long walk. It was one of those brisk autumn days in the hills of South East Ohio, the leaves were just starting to turn and it was pretty windy. I was in the midst of a teenage streak of depression and felt lost all the time.
One afternoon, I grabbed my little portable cd player, the first cd I saw, and left the house. With nothing to distract me beside the majesty of a country autumn, I was able to really listen to this cd. Not every song struck a cord, but I was able to forget my troubles completely.
In a stroke of irony, I started walking along the edge of the river just as Nightswimming came on. After that, Find the River...
I returned to the house with a new love for the album and a couple of dead batteries.
My daughter was born in 1990 too and this cd brings back fantastic memories of my now college sophomore.
I just listened to this cd again. The last 3 songs (which includes this one) are amazing.
Oh God no, you must've stopped listening to them after this album! It was all downhill from there!
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