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Talking Heads – Life During Wartime



Today's Candy: Talking Heads – Life During Wartime

BitCandy are back to feed you another bite from the Best In Music cake.  “Life During Wartime” is a post-apocalyptic indie anthem penned by David Byrne amid seventies Manhattan. It is taken from Talking Heads' third album and arguable opus, Fear of Music.

The following video is stripped from the live DVD, Stop Making Sense - an absolute must see for all music fans (and to all my bros, it stars the original indie babe, Tina Weymouth, on bass – schwing!!)  Btw, who knew that collaborative running on the spot could be the most awesome dance move, like, ever?  Everybody! “This ain't no party! This ain't no disco! This ain't no fooling around!”  Stay tuned for more Best In Music from BitCandy tomorrow!

Lyrics to “Life During Wartime”:  http://www.bitcandy.com/plogs/plogDedicated/music/todays-candy-talking-heads-life-during-wartime

 
Heard of a van that is loaded with weapons,
packed up and ready to go
Heard of some gravesites, out by the highway,
a place where nobody knows
The sound of gunfire, off in the distance,
I'm getting used to it now
Lived in a brownstone, lived in the ghetto,
I've lived all over this town

This ain't no party, this ain't no disco,
this ain't no fooling around
No time for dancing, or lovey dovey,
I ain't got time for that now

Transmit the message, to the receiver,
hope for an answer some day
I got three passports, a couple of visas,
don't even know my real name
High on a hillside, the trucks are loading,
everything's ready to roll
I sleep in the daytime, I work in the nightime,
I might not ever get home

This ain't no party, this ain't no disco,
this ain't no fooling around
This ain't no Mudd Club, or C. B. G. B.'s,
I ain't got time for that now
Heard about Houston? Heard about Detroit?
Heard about Pittsburgh, P. A.?
You oughta know not to stand by the window
somebody might see you up there
I got some groceries, some peanut butter,
to last a couple of days
But I ain't got no speakers, ain't got no
headphones, ain't got no records to play

Why stay in college? Why go to night school?
Gonna be different this time
Can't write a letter, can't send a postcard,
I can't write nothing at all
This ain't no party, this ain't no disco,
this ain't no fooling around
I'd like to kiss you, I'd love you hold you
I ain't got no time for that now

Trouble in transit, got through the roadblock,
we blended with the crowd
We got computer, we're tapping phone lines,
I know that ain't allowed
We dress like students, we dress like housewives,
or in a suit and a tie
I've changed my hairstyle so many times now,
I don't know what I look like!
You make me shiver, I feel so tender,
we make a pretty good team
Don't get exhausted, I'll do some driving,
you ought to get you some sleep
Get you instructions, follow directions,
then you should change your address
Maybe tomorrow, maybe the next day,
whatever you think is best
Burned all my notebooks, what good are
notebooks? They won't help me survive.
My chest is aching, burns like a furnace,
the burning keeps me alive
Try to stay healthy, physical fitness,
don't want to catch no disease
Try to be careful, don't take no chances,
you better watch what you say.

1 comment:

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