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Life During Wartime
1044
R&B/Soul
Utwór Life During Wartime został wydany 16 lipca 2025 przez Dorado Records jako część albumu Life During Wartime - Single
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Data wydania16 lipca 2025
WytwórniaDorado Records
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia
BPM120

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Brooklyn Funk Essentials
Brooklyn Funk Essentials
Performer
Lati Kronlund
Lati Kronlund
Keyboards
Alison Limerick
Alison Limerick
Vocals
Ebba Åsman
Ebba Åsman
Trombone
Desmond Foster
Desmond Foster
Guitar
Jéssica Pina
Jéssica Pina
Trumpet
Lars Kronlund
Lars Kronlund
Bass
Kristoffer Wallman
Kristoffer Wallman
Keyboards
Loic Gayot
Loic Gayot
Saxophone
Sven Andersson
Sven Andersson
Baritone Saxophone
Hux Nettermalm
Hux Nettermalm
Drums
Rickard Valdés
Rickard Valdés
Congas
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Byrne
David Byrne
Songwriter
Tina Weymouth
Tina Weymouth
Songwriter
Christopher Frantz
Christopher Frantz
Songwriter
Jerry Harrison
Jerry Harrison
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lati Kronlund
Lati Kronlund
Producer
Hoffe Stannow
Hoffe Stannow
Mastering Engineer

Tekst Utworu

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, I 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
This ain't no Mudd Club, or C.B.G.B
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 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.B.G.B
I ain't got time for that now
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
Heard about Houston? Heard about Detroit?
Heard about Pittsburgh, PA?
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 I got no headphones and
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 love you hold you, I'd like to kiss you but
I ain't got no time for that now
Trouble in transit, got through the roadblock
We blended in with the crowd
We ain't got computers, but 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 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 at me, burns like a furnace
The burning keeps me alive
Thank you, thank you
This is a song my mother used to sing me, when I was little
Written by: Chris Frantz, David Byrne, Jerry Harrison, Tina Weymouth
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