When I was young and full of grace
And spirited a rattlesnake
When I was young and fever fell
My spirit I will not tell
You're on your honor not to tell
I believe in coyotes and time as an abstract
Explain the change, the difference between
What you want and what you need, there's the key
Your adventure for today what do you do
Between the horns of the day?
I believe my shirt is wearing thin
And change is what I believe in
When I was young and give and take
And foolish said my fool awake
When I was young and fever fell
My spirit, I will not tell
You're on your honor, on your honor
Trust in your calling, make sure your calling's true
Think of others, the others think of you
Silly rule, golden words make, practice, practice makes perfect
Perfect is a fault, and fault lines change
I believe my humor's wearing thin
And change is what I believe in
I believe my shirt is wearing thin
And change is what I believe in
When I was young and full of grace
And spirited a rattlesnake
When I was young and fever fell
My spirit, I will not tell
You're on your honor, on your honor
I believe in example
I believe my throat hurts
Example is the checker to the key
I believe my humor's wearing thin
And I believe the poles are shifting
I believe my shirt is wearing thin
And change is what I believe in
And spirited a rattlesnake
When I was young and fever fell
My spirit I will not tell
You're on your honor not to tell
I believe in coyotes and time as an abstract
Explain the change, the difference between
What you want and what you need, there's the key
Your adventure for today what do you do
Between the horns of the day?
I believe my shirt is wearing thin
And change is what I believe in
When I was young and give and take
And foolish said my fool awake
When I was young and fever fell
My spirit, I will not tell
You're on your honor, on your honor
Trust in your calling, make sure your calling's true
Think of others, the others think of you
Silly rule, golden words make, practice, practice makes perfect
Perfect is a fault, and fault lines change
I believe my humor's wearing thin
And change is what I believe in
I believe my shirt is wearing thin
And change is what I believe in
When I was young and full of grace
And spirited a rattlesnake
When I was young and fever fell
My spirit, I will not tell
You're on your honor, on your honor
I believe in example
I believe my throat hurts
Example is the checker to the key
I believe my humor's wearing thin
And I believe the poles are shifting
I believe my shirt is wearing thin
And change is what I believe in
Lyrics submitted by xpankfrisst
I Believe Lyrics as written by Michael E. Mills John Michael Stipe
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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Stipe is a talented guy - I admire REM's music a great deal and his lyrics are so rich.... but there's something about this song that makes it a breath of fresh air everytime I hear it. The following just says it all for me:
Trust in your calling, make sure your calling's true
Think of others, the others think of you
Silly rule golden words make practice
Practice makes perfect
Perfect is a fault and fault lines change
What a great song.
The song is positive and upbeat, as were most of the songs the band were writing at that time (1986). The old cliches the narrator sincerely believes in, like "think of others" and "practice makes perfect", are bolstered by humourous asides about sore throats and old shirts. Ultimately, what does he believe in? "Change" as a positive force in life.
Interestingly, one of the best lines is the result of an accidental mis-reading. The first verse originally ended with "What do you do between the HOURS of the day", but when a friend read it as "HORNS" Stipe realised that was a much better image and kept it.
I think the song, rather than pointing out contradiction, embraces and celebrates paradox, as in the practice makes perfect line, true in each part and more so as a whole in its paradoxical glory. I always heard the final clause as “in fault lies change.” Perfection, purity, is the concern of many religions, and Stipe elegantly deconstructs and reclaims the conception as an article of faith in his idiosyncratic, highly personal existential creed, celebrating dynamism, flow, indeterminacy, individuality itself, claimed and created personal purpose.
With no disrespect to Christian believers, I profess the Stipe Creed. It electrified me the first time I heard it and still makes me tear up every time, forty years later.
This seems, at times, to be about becoming fed up with things and wanting change. And also with accepting change as a good thing
"Perfect is a fault and fault lines change"
Stipe is absolutely incredible to me. He seems to explore so many ideas and seems to contradict himself throughout some of the songs he has written, has anyone noticed?
In the dvd "tourfilm" he says:
"I'll believe anything when I'm there"
Which may explain the contradictions. There is so much stuff out there that it's hard to know what to believe but I think Stipe's song explore many issues very well if you are willing to take a look at them. They do it not by trying to impose a stone-chiseled view of things but by presenting things as he sees them at the time, and his vantage point does seem to change (which is what he believes in)
I love how it starts with a very traditional banjo piece that sounds like something right out of back country Appalachia. Then, when the song launches - if you're really listening - you realize that the band did indeed take that traditional sound and gave it a modern makeover. I just find it fascinating musically. I'm not sure if it was meant to convey something about the song meaning itself, but it adds a special element.
Adventure in the south! :-D
Wonderful wonderful song.
"... I recollected that her eye excelled in brightness, that of any other animal, and that she has no eye-lids. She may therefore be esteemed an emblem of vigilance. She never begins an attack, nor, when once engaged, ever surrenders: She is therefore an emblem of magnanimity and true courage. ...she never wounds 'till she has generously given notice, even to her enemy, and cautioned him against the danger of treading on her.
"Was I wrong, Sir, in thinking this a strong picture of the temper and conduct of America? ...the rattles...[are] just thirteen, exactly the number of the Colonies united in America; and I recollected too that this was the only part of the Snake which increased in numbers. ... One of those rattles singly, is incapable of producing sound, but the ringing of thirteen together, is sufficient to alarm the boldest man living.
"... In winter, the warmth of a number together will preserve their lives, while singly, they would probably perish. The power of fascination attributed to her, by a generous construction, may be understood to mean, that those who consider the liberty and blessings which America affords, and once come over to her, never afterwards leave her, but spend their lives with her."
It is sad that today's America does not conduct itself with the quiet, unpretentious dignity of the rattlesnake.
(Interestingly, there is another R.E.M. song that also makes reference to a rattlesnake: "The Sidewinder Sleeps Tonight.")
ever notice that it's spelt
beLIEve