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Talking Heads - Life During Wartime LIVE!
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
David Byrne
David Byrne
Guitar
Jerry Harrison
Jerry Harrison
Keyboards
Tina Weymouth
Tina Weymouth
Bass Guitar
Ednah Holt
Ednah Holt
Background Vocals
Lynn Mabry
Lynn Mabry
Background Vocals
Alex Weir
Alex Weir
Guitar
Steve Scales
Steve Scales
Percussion
Ari Up
Ari Up
Congas
Bernie Worrell
Bernie Worrell
Keyboards
Christopher Frantz
Christopher Frantz
Drums
Gene Wilder
Gene Wilder
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
Talking Heads
Talking Heads
Producer
Gary Goetzman
Gary Goetzman
Producer
Brian Eno
Brian Eno
Producer

Lyrics

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, 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 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, 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 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 CBGB 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'll 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, I can't send no 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 to hold you, I'd love to kiss you but 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 Know that ain't allowed We dress like students, we dress like housewives Or in a suit and a tie Changed my hairstyle so many times now 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 oughta get you some sleep Burned all my notebooks, what good are notebooks? They won't help me survive My chest is aching and it burns like a furnace The burning keeps me alive
Writer(s): David Byrne, Chris Frantz, Tina Weymouth, Jerry Harrison Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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