REM - Parakeet @ Hamburg, Germany - 2 Novembre 1998

[@bernardosousario9301]

Amazing! Really cool Mills on keyboards and back vocals and Buck on bass!

[@mrblisterfist]

Yes yes! He tells the story in such a cute and sweet way. Michael has really opened up quite a bit. It's like a certain type of confidence.....he used to be soooo shy. The old days...,the present, you just can't help loving the guy. ~thanks for your posts

[@joycehall4866]

you just can't stop loving Michael! I totally agree with you. He's shy or was he's so cute and so sweet. Nobody else could have been the front man in Rem. He's got it all, the looks, the moves.. omg the moves and that VOICE!! I regret not going to see them. 💙😢💙

[@jaysonwilliams371]

Love you so much Michael

[@june6387]

Michael is a leader❤

[@joycehall4866]

Absolutely beautiful

[@dawnvinciguerra2904]

Still one of the most beautiful songs I've ever heard❤

[@june6387]

Love REM guys forever. Love Michael ❤

[@Dracula0311]

I love this Song :-)

[@cecilerichard2795]

I love this song too!....

[@chandand5740]

Thanks for your uploads sharing these amazing recordings …

[@duncanmatthews1654]

Love the comment regarding the past and future

[@heidigretel]

michael tells story of parakeetio in 1998 Stockholm video you are very welcome :))

[@mrblisterfist]

Parakeet was inspired by a voice mail. :)

[@TOT777SOS]

Can anyone tell me what Michael said about the song? As I recall this is very personal to him but couldn't make every word.

[@heidigretel]

parakeetio :))))

[@danielzb2444]

You wake up in the morning And fall out of your bed Mean cats eat parakeets And this one's nearly dead You dearly wish the wind would shift And greasy window slide Open for the parakeet Who's colored bitter lime Open the window And lift into your dreams Baby, baby You can barely breathe A broken wrist An accident You know that something's wrong You fold the leavings of your past No one knows you've gone The sunspot flares of the early Nineties light up your wings And scan the shortwave radio It's tracking outer rings Open the window To lift into our dreams Baby, baby You can start to breathe The tectonic dispatcher shifts To smooth the ocean floor And flattens out to warmer winds Of Brisbane's sunny shore Where Buddhas tend to mending wrists A tea made from the leaves Of eucalyptus fragrances And coriander seeds Open the window To lift into a dream Baby, baby You can start to breathe Open the window To lift into a dream Baby, baby You can start to breathe You wake up in the morning To warm Pacific breeze Where mean cats chew on licorice And cannot climb the trees

[@june6387]

Thank you!

[@absolving]

Yeah, what's this beautiful song about? Anyone know?

[@fredh1720]

Bit late here, but domestic violence. The parakeet is a woman in an abusive relationship.