Congas, funk guitar, chirping synths: Everything is in motion, and yet curiously, nothing seems to be moving. The groove feels uncanny, a little inhuman, like a flag rippling in no wind. The words, meanwhile, consist of barked nonsense syllables from Hugo Ball, a German poet of the Dada School. Dadaism mocked the very idea that words could convey meaning, that speakers could carry authority; for a band so devoted to verbal communication they named themselves after it, it was a forbidding gesture.
Fear of Music can be read, in part, as an attempt to throw buckets of conceptual cold water on everything that had made the Talking Heads beloved, or to at least submit it to rigorous forensic testing. As a band of former design students, the Talking Heads thought harder than most about presentation, about the telling power of surfaces. The album cover was a black obelisk, alternately bumpy and smooth but admitting no light and emitting no clues.
They shunned every method that had worked for them before, attempting perhaps to become a different version of themselves, and yet they only purified their essence.
I need something to change your mind. Hold the paper up to the light some rays pass right through Expose yourself out there for a minute some rays pass right through Take a little rest when the rays pass through Take a little time off when the rays pass through Go ahead and mess it up Go ahead and tie it up In a long distance telephone call Hold on to that paper Hold on to that paper Hold on because it's been taken care of Hold on to that paper See if you can fit it on the paper See if you can get it on the paper See if you can fit it on the paper See if you can get it on the paper Had a love affair but it was only paper some rays they pass right through Had a lot of fun, could have been a lot better some rays they pass right through Take a little consideration, take every combination Take a few weeks off, make it tighter, tighter But it was never, it was never written down Still might be a chance that it might work out if you Hold on to that paper Hold on to that paper Hold on because it'll be taken care of Hold on to that paper Don't think I can fit it on the paper Don't think I can get it on the paper Go ahead and rip up, rip up the paper Go ahead and tear up, tear up the paper.
Think of London, a small city It's dark, dark in the daytime The people sleep, sleep in the daytime If they want to, if they want to [Chorus:] I'm checking them out I'm checking them out I got it figured out I got it figured out There's good points and bad points Find a city Find myself a city to live in.
There are a lot of rich people in Birmingham A lot of ghosts in a lot of houses Look over there! A dry ice factory A good place to get some thinking done Down El Paso way things get pretty spread out People got no idea where in the world they are They go up north and come back south Still got no idea where in the world they are.
I smell home cooking It's only the river, it's only the river. Heard of a van that is loaded with weapons, Packed up and ready to go Heard of some grave sites, 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 a 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, You 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 nighttime, 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.
Heard about Detroit? Heard about Pittsburgh, P. You oughta know not to stand by the window Somebody 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 no postcard, I ain't got time for that now Trouble in transit, got through the roadblock, We blended in with the crowd We got computers, we're tapping phone lines, I know that that ain't allowed We dress like students, we dress like housewives, Or in a suit and a tie I 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 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.
Do you remember anyone here? No you don't remember anything at all I'm sleeping, I'm flat on my back Never woke up, had no regrets There's a party in my mind And it never stops There's a party up there all the time They'll party till they drop Other people can go home Other people they can split I'll be here all the time I can never quit Take a walk through the land of shadows Take a walk through the peaceful meadows Try not to look so disappointed It isn't what you hoped for, is it?
There's a party in my mind And I hope it never stops I'm stuck here in this seat I might not stand up Other people can go home Everyone else will split I'll be here all the time I can never quit Everything is very quiet Everyone has gone to sleep I'm wide awake on memories There memories can't wait. Air Hit me in the face I run faster Faster faster faster Faster into the air I say to myself What is happening to my skin? Where is that protection that I needed?
Air can hurt you too Air can hurt you too Some people say not to worry about the air Some people never had experience with Air It can break your heart So remember when the weather gets rough You'll say to yourself What is happening to my skin?
Air can hurt you too Air can hurt you too Some people say not to worry about the air Some people don't know shit about the Everyone is trying to get to the bar. The name of the bar, the bar is called Heaven. The band in Heaven plays my favorite song.
They play it once again, they play it all night long. Heaven is a place where nothing ever happens. There is a party, everyone is there. Everyone will leave at exactly the same time. Its hard to imagine that nothing at all Could be so exciting, and so much fun. When this kiss is over it will start again. It will not be any different, it will be exactly the same.
It's hard to imagine that nothing at all Could be so exciting, could be so much fun. They say animals don't worry They think they know what's best They're making a fool of us They ought to be more careful They're setting a bad example They say animals don't worry They're living on nuts and berries They're setting a bad example They ought to be more careful You know animals are hairy?
They're living on nuts and berries They want to know what's best They're making a fool of us They ought to be more careful They're setting a bad example They like to laugh at people They're setting a bad example They have untroubled lives They think every thing's nice They say they don't need money They say animals don't worry They're living on nuts and berries You know animals are hairy?
They think they know what's best They're making a fool of us They like to laugh at people They're making a bad example They say they don't need money You know animals are hairy? They're living on nuts and berries They say they don't need money They're setting a bad example.
Electric guitar gets run over by a car on the highway This is a crime against the state This is the meaning of life. To tune this electric guitar An electric guitar is brought in to a court of law The judge and the jury twelve members of the jury All listening to records This is a crime against the state This is the verdict they reach: Never listen to electric guitar Electric guitar is copies, the copy sounds better Call this the law of justice, call this freedom and liberty I thought I perjure myself, right in front of the jury!
Is this a crime against the state? This is the verdict they reach: Someone controls electric guitar. And all I see is little dots Some are smeared and some are spots Feels like a murder but that's alright Somebody said there's too much light Pull down the shade and it's alright It'll be over in a minute or two.
I'm charged up I feel o. I'm kinda wooden I'm barely moving I study motion I study myself I fooled myself I'm charged up Music Ltd. Take a look at these hands Take a look at these hands The hand speaks, the hand of a government man Well I'm a tumbler born under punches, I'm so thin All I want is to breathe I'm too thin Won't you breathe with me? Find a little space, so we move in-between In-between it And keep one step ahead, of yourself Don't you miss it, don't you miss it Some of you people just about missed it Last time to make plans And I'm a tumbler, I'm a government man Never seen anything like that before Falling bodies tumble 'cross the floor Well I'm a tumbler When you get to where you wanna be Thank you!
Thank you! When you get to where you wanna be Well, don't even mention it Oh, take a look at these hands, they're passing in-between us Take a look at these hands Take a look at these hands, you don't have to mention it No thanks, I'm a government man And the heat goes on and the heat goes on And the heat goes on and the heat goes on And the heat goes on where the hand has been And the heat goes on and the heat goes on And the heat goes on I got time And the heat goes on And the heat goes on and the heat goes on And the heat goes on, where the hand has been And the heat goes on and the heat goes on I'm not a drowning man And I'm not a burning building!
I'm a tumbler Drowning cannot hurt a man Fire cannot hurt a man, not the government man All I want is to breathe Thank you, thank you Won't you breathe with me? Find a little space so we move in-between I'm so thin And keep one step ahead of yourself I'm catching up with myself All I want is to breathe Won't you breathe with me? Hands of a government man Find a little space so we move in-between And keep one step ahead of yourself Don't you miss it!
Don't you miss it! All I want is to breathe Won't you breathe with me? Lost my shape Trying to act casual! Can't stop I might end up in the hospital I'm changing my shape I feel like an accident They're back!
To explain their experience Isn't it weir Looks too obscure to me Wasting away And that was their policy I'm ready to leave I push the fact in front of me Facts lost Facts are never what they seem to be Nothing there!
No information left of any kind Lifting my head Looking for danger signs There was a line There was a formula Sharp as a knife Facts cut a hole in us There was a line There was a formula Sharp as a knife Facts cut a hole in us I'm still waiting I'm still waiting The feeling returns Whenever we close out eyes Lifting my head Looking around inside The island of doubt It's like the taste of medicine Working by hindsight Got the message from the oxygen Making a list Find the cost of opportunity Doing it right Facts are useful in emergencies The feeling returns Whenever we close out eyes Lifting my head Looking around inside.
Facts are simple and facts are straight Facts are lazy and facts are late Facts all come with points of view Facts don't do what I want them to Facts just twist the truth around Facts are living turned inside out Facts are getting the best of them Facts are nothing on the face of things Facts don't stain the furniture Facts go out and slam the door Facts are written all over your face Facts continue to change their shape I'm still waiting Sometimes the world has a load of questions Seems like the world knows nothing at all The world is near but it's out of reach Some people touch it She is moving to describe the world Night must fall now-darker, darker.
She has messages for everyone Night must fall now-darker, darker. She is moving by remote control Night must fall now-darker, darker. Hands that move her are invisible Night must fall now-darker, darker. The world has a way of looking at people Sometimes it seems that the world is wrong She loves the world, and all the people in it She shakes 'em up when she start to walk. She is only party human being Divine, to define, she is moving to define, so say so, so say so She defines the possibilities Divine, to define, she is moving to define, so say so, so say so Holding on for an Eternity Divine, to define, she is moving to define, so say so, so say so Gone Divine, to define, she is moving to define, so say so Night must fall now-darker, darker.
And you may find yourself living in a shotgun shack And you may find yourself in another part of the world And you may find yourself behind the wheel of a large automobile And you may find yourself in a beautiful house, with a beautiful wife And you may ask yourself Well How did I get here? Letting the days go by Let the water hold me down Letting the days go by Water flowing underground Into the blue again After the money's gone Once in a lifetime Water flowing underground And you may ask yourself How do I work this?
And you may ask yourself Where is that large automobile? And you may tell yourself This is not my beautiful house And you may tell yourself This is not my beautiful wife Letting the days go by Let the water hold me down Letting the days go by Water flowing underground Into the blue again After the money's gone Once in a lifetime Water flowing underground Same as it ever was Same as it ever was Water dissolving And you may ask yourself Where does that highway go to?
And you may ask yourself Am I right? Am I wrong? And you may say to yourself yourself My God! What have I done?! Letting the days go by Let the water hold me down Letting the days go by Water flowing underground Into the blue again Into the silent water Under the rocks and stones There is water underground Letting the days go by Let the water hold me down Letting the days go by Water flowing underground Into the blue again After the money's gone Once in a lifetime Water flowing underground Same as it ever was Look where my hand was Time isn't holding us Time isn't after us Same as it ever was Yeah, the twister comes Here comes the twister Same as it ever was For a long time I felt without style or grace Wearing shoes with no socks in cold weather I knew my heart was in the right place I knew I'd be able to do these things.
And as we watch him digging his own grave It is important to know that was where he's at He can't afford to stop That is what he believe He'll keep on digging for a thousand years.
I'm walking a line I'm thinking about empty motion I'm walking a line Just barely enough to be living Get outta the way No time to begin This isn't the time So nothing was done Not talking about Not many at all I'm turning around No trouble at all You notice there's nothing around you, around you I'm walking a line Divide and dissolve.
Never get to say much, never get to talk Tell us a little bit, but not too much Right about then, is where she give up She has closed her eyes, she has give up hope I'm walking a line I hate to be dreaming in motion I'm walking a line Just barely enough to be living Get outta the way No time to begin This isn't the time So nothing was done Not talking about Not many at all I'm turning around No trouble at all I'm keeping my fingers behind me, 'hind me I'm walking a line Divide and dissolve.
I turn myself around, I'm moving backwards and forwards I'm moving twice as much as I was before I'll keep on digging to the center of the Earth I'll be down in there moving the in the room I'm walking a line Visiting houses in motion I'm walking a line Just barely enough to be living Get outta the way No time to begin This isn't the time So nothing was done Not talking about Not many at all I'm turning around No trouble at all Two different houses surround you, 'round you I'm walking a line Divide and dissolve.
He would see faces in movies, on T. He thought that some of these faces might be right for him And through the years, by keeping an ideal facial structure fixed in his mind Or somewhere in the back of his mind That he might, by force of will, cause his face to approach those of his ideal The change would be very subtle It might take ten years or so Gradually his face would change its' shape A more hooked nose He imagined that this was an ability he shared with most other people They had also molded their faced according to some ideal Maybe they imagined that their new face would better Suit their personality Or maybe they imagined that their Personality would be forced to change to fit the new appearance This is why first impressions are often correct Although some people might have made mistakes They may have arrived at an appearance that bears no relationship to them They may have picked an ideal appearance based on some childish Whim, or momentary impulse Some may have gotten half-way There, and then changed their minds.
He wonders if he too might have made a similar mistake. Mojique sees his village from a nearby hill Mojique thinks of days before Americans came He sees the foreigners in growing numbers He sees the foreigners in fancy houses He thinks of days that he can still remember Mojique holds a package in his quivering hands Mojique sends the package to the American man Softly he glides along the streets and alleys Up comes the wind that makes them run for cover He feels the time is surely now or never The wind in my heart The wind in my heart The dust in my head The dust in my head The wind in my heart The wind in my heart Come to Drive them away Drive them away.
Mojique buys equipment in the market place Mojique plants devices in the free trade zone He feels the wind is lifting up his people He calls the wind to guide him on his mission He knows his friend the wind is always standing Mojique smells the wind that comes from far away Mojique waits for news in a quiet place He feels the presence of the wind around him He feels the power of the past behind him He has the knowledge of the wind to guide him All selections published by Index Music, Inc.
Drum Kit: Chris Frantz. Engineered by Dave Jerden. Assisted by Kendall Stubbs. Produced by Brian Eno. Live Sound: Frank Gallagher. New York. Authoring: Executive Producer: Karen Ahmed. Art Direction: Hugh Brown. Nothing can come between us Nothing gets you down Nothing strikes your fancy Nothing turns you on Somebody is waiting in the hallway Somebody is falling down the stairs Set someone free, break someone's heart Stand up help us out Ev'rything is divided Nothing is complete Ev'rything looks impressive Do not be deceived You don't have to wait for more instructions No one makes a monkey out of me We lie on our backs, feet in the air Rest and relaxation, rocket to my brain Snap into position Bounce till you ache Step out of line And you end up in jail Bring me a doctor I have a hole in my head But they are just people And I'm not afraid Doctor Doctor We have nothing in our pockets We continue But we have nothing left to offer Faces pressed against the window Hey!
We are born without eyesight We are born without sin And our mama protects us From the cold and the rain We're in no hurry sugar and spice We sing in the darkness We open our eyes open up I can't believe it And people are strange Our president's crazy Did you hear what he said Business and pleasure Lie right to your face Divide it in sections And then give it away There are no big secrets Don't believe what you read We have great big bodies We got great big heads Run-a-run-a-run it all together Check it out - still don't make no sense Makin' flippy floppy Tryin to do my best Lock the door We kill the beast Kill it!
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You Gotta Relax! The first single from Talking Heads' last album imagines a world that thousands of hippies had been hoping for since the '60s: The modern world finally expanded to the point where everything turned back to a more natural state. And, ironically, Byrne misses the good ol' days of technology overload and belching factories. Byrne's harrowing delivery of this 'Fear of Music' track doesn't give any solid clues as to the song's meaning.
It's more or less about reaching a level of consciousness that's as open to eternal bliss as it is to despairing sadness. Is it about dying? Like many of Byrne's best songs, 'Memories Can't Wait' can be interpreted many ways. But this time the protagonist is getting there with a little help from some LSD. Talking Heads' first attention-grabbing song pretty much boils down to a bunch of French words and a chorus that's repeated a half-dozen times.
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