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Simply Being Me
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A pissed off f*** you written paranthetically to one of my favorite bands.
rock great lyrics classic complex intellegent layered
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Rock, Near-Rock, Folk, Alt, Bluegrass, Metal, yadda, yadda, yadda
HI. We're Brian Mauer and Ben Verson. We've been writing, recording and performing music for over 35 years together. What do we call it? HMMMMMMMMMM, we're not sure. We incorporate any and all styles. We hope you will find that we have succeeded in homogenizing a unique style. Influences range from classic rock (Beatles, Who, Zeppelin) to Folk, slip in a bit of bluegrass, and an equal amount of metal, and you get...Something, without a name.
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Genre
Rock • Rock n Roll
Charts
Peak #346
Peak in subgenre #19
Author
Mauer and Verson
Rights
2006 B&B Productions
Uploaded
April 14, 2006
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MP3 11.0 MB • 320 kbps • 4:48
Story behind the song
In a radio interview, Michael Stipe was quoted as saying "REM's lyrics are not very important, or worthwhile". At the time I took great offense to this, as REM was one of my favorite bands (still is) and I had taken great pains to try and understand the words, since I felt they had great meaning. This was my spontaneous "Fuck You", in response
Lyrics
I - believed that you were better than the rest I - deciphering your journal was my test. Receiving your novena in the sky I was losing my religion just to know the reason why - and why... (Chorus) I can’t remember of the time I didn’t love you I’m not certain who was victim or who was lied to Was it me while you were simply being you?, or Was it you while I was simply being me? With my longing face pressed against the window of your heart I saw a thousand reasons for you in my day. Only a deception from the start Never any meaning in the words I hear you say I say and... (Chorus) (Bridge) The rain of my attention settles deeply in your head I’m sorry that I loved you oh so much for oh so long. I only wished that you had kept all in your bed, Forgive Mr. Dylan for it seems that I’ve been so misled, misled, I bled and bled and... Now the night is chilled upon the face of all my desperate calls I’m standing in the place where I was told to long ago. The fury of summer turns to bluster in the fall, I’ll just remember the time and get my harbor coat and go and ... (Chorus)
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