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Talking Heads - Lifetime Piling up (music video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Talking Heads
Talking Heads
Performer
Chris Frantz
Chris Frantz
Drums
David Byrne
David Byrne
Guitar
Jerry Harrison
Jerry Harrison
Keyboards
Tina Weymouth
Tina Weymouth
Bass Guitar
B. Wassy
B. Wassy
Percussion
Moussa Cissokho
Moussa Cissokho
Congas
Wally Badarou
Wally Badarou
Keyboards
Nino Gioia
Nino Gioia
Percussion
Dolette McDonald
Dolette McDonald
Vocals
Nona Hendryx
Nona Hendryx
Vocals
Tawatha Agee
Tawatha Agee
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Frantz
Chris Frantz
Songwriter
David Byrne
David Byrne
Songwriter
Tina Weymouth
Tina Weymouth
Songwriter
Jerry Harrison
Jerry Harrison
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Frantz
Chris Frantz
Producer
David Byrne
David Byrne
Producer
Jerry Harrison
Jerry Harrison
Producer
Tina Weymouth
Tina Weymouth
Producer
Fernando Kral
Fernando Kral
Engineer
Richard Manwaring
Richard Manwaring
Engineer
Bob Ludwig
Bob Ludwig
Mastering Engineer
Nick Launay
Nick Launay
Producer
Steve Lillywhite
Steve Lillywhite
Producer

Lyrics

I have tried marijuana I get nervous every time There will come a knockin' at the door Why is everybody makin' eyes at me? I don't want to know Excuse and pardon me Stay for a while maybe we'll never meet again And I can see my lifetime piling up, I can see the days turn into nights I can see the people on the street open those windows up A hundred floors below me pilin' those houses up Pilin' them higher, higher, higher can feel them swayin' back and forth Building it higher, higher this tower's leaning over I got bad coordination stuck a pencil in my eye I can hardly wait to get back home Why is everybody gettin' paranoid? I's only havin' fun Scum bags and superstars tell me your names I'll make a bet, you're both the same I can see my lifetime pilin' up reaching from my bedroom to the stars I can see the house where I was born When I was growin' up they say that I could never keep my trousers up I remember days and crazy nights, are there any pirates on this ship? And if they sober up they? ll have us home by morning Cry, cry, cry it's just you and I Like an automobile with no one at the wheel Spinning out of control we're all over the road In our sexy machine oh, all the passengers scream Scream, scream I can see my lifetime pilin' up, I can see it smashin' into yours It was not an accident at all open your window up I hear you laughin' Going one two three four five goin' from the bottom to the top Maybe I'm holding on too tight and now I'm throwin' up I got a funny feeling pilin' them houses up, pilin' them higher, higher, higher Building that highway to the stars turning the music up Hey I got a winning number
Writer(s): David Byrne, Tina Weymouth, Chris Frantz, Jerry Harrison Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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