R.E.M. fue una influyente banda estadounidense surgida en 1980 en el Estado de Georgia (EE.UU.), pionera del denominado rock alternativo e inspiración de bandas de desarrollo posterior.
En la década de los 70, plena era punk, un estudiante de arte llamado Michael Stipe conoce a un coleccionista de LP´s de los años 60 llamado Peter Buck. Ambos se unen a dos músicos experimentados, Mike Mills y Bill Berry, y comienzan a tocar en pubs locales en la ciudad de Athens.
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
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ED I look good in a glass pack AG I look good and mean EDAG I look good in metallic sick wraparounds blackout tease EDAG I scud along the horizon chew some sweet tree ED I get high in my low-ass boot cut cheap AG I like being seen ED I look good with my drink eat no sleep AG Take a leap, longevity EDAG I look good in my attitude, latitude, 1973 I'm in deep
CGCGCD My head's on fire and high esteem CGCGD Carry my dead, bored, been there, done that, anything ED Oh, the wake-up bomb AG Oh, the wake-up bomb ED Oh, the wake-up bomb AG Oh, the wake-up bomb
CGCGCD My head's on fire and high esteem CGCGD Get drunk and sing along to Queen CGCGD Practice my T-Rex moves and make the scene CGCGD Carry my dead, bored, been there, done that, anything
I had to knock a few buildings over I make an ugly mess I had to blow a gasket Drop transmission I had to decompress I had to write the great American novel I had a neutron bomb I had to teach the world to sing by the age of 21 I wake up (I wake up) I wake up (I wake up) I threw up when I saw what I'd done
Oh, the wake-up bomb Oh, the wake-up bomb My head's on fire and high esteem Get drunk and sing along to Queen Practice my T-Rex moves and make the scene Yeah, I'd rather be anywhere doing anything
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I've had enough, I've seen enough, I've had it all, I'm giving up I won the race, I broke the cup, I drank it all, I spit it up I've had enough, I've seen enough, I've had it all, I'm giving up I won the race, I broke the cup, I drank it all, I spit it up
Yeah, atomic, Supersonic What a joke, I'm dumb See ya, don't wanna be you Lunch meat, Pond scum
My head's on fire in high esteem Get drunk and sing along to Queen Practice my T-Rex moves and make the scene Yeah, I'd rather be anywhere doing anything Yeah, I'd rather be anywhere doing anything Yeah, I'd rather be anywhere doing anything