This fame thing, I don’t get it

E-Bow the Letter :: R.E.M. from the album, New Adventures in Hi-Fi (1996) "I don't want to disappoint you, I'm not here to anoint you, I would lick your feet, but is that the sickest move? I wear my own crown and sadness and sorrow, and who'd have thought tomorrow could be so strange? My loss, and here we go again"