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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
David Van Tieghem
David Van Tieghem
Percussion
Raphael Dejesus
Raphael Dejesus
Percussion
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Byrne
David Byrne
Songwriter
Tina Weymouth
Tina Weymouth
Composer
Christopher Frantz
Christopher Frantz
Composer
Jerry Harrison
Jerry Harrison
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Talking Heads
Talking Heads
Producer
Chris Frantz
Chris Frantz
Producer
David Byrne
David Byrne
Producer
Jerry Harrison
Jerry Harrison
Producer
Tina Weymouth
Tina Weymouth
Producer
John Convertino
John Convertino
Assistant Engineer
Lance Quinn
Lance Quinn
Producer
Butch Jones
Butch Jones
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Fooled around enough with numbers Let's not be ourselves today Is it just my imagination Is it just someone's face Pleasantly out of proportion It's hard to hold on to the ground Now I didn't come to run And this is everything And gravity lets you down I get wild, wizing up I just can't let go I get wild when I get ready I can hardly talk Living lights Special lights Yellow turns blue I get wild It's automatic I can hardly move Go ahead and pull the curtains Check to see if I'm still here Let me lose my perspective Something worth waiting for Somewhere in South Carolina And gravity don't mean a thing And all around the world Each and ev'ryone Playing with a heart of steel I get up climbing out How did I get home? I'll survive the situation Somebody shut the door Beautiful Beautiful Climbing up the wall I get by on automatic No surprise at all No one here can recognize you Here is ev'rything that you like Feelings without explanations Somethings are hard to describe The sound of a cigarette burning A place there where ev'rything spins And the sounds inside your mind Is playing all the time Playing with a heart of steel I get wild, wizing up I just can't let go I get wild when I get ready I can hardly talk Red 'n' white black to gold Yellow turns blue I get wild It's automatic I can hardly move I get up pushing up How did I get home? I'll survive the situation Somebody shut the door Shut the door Shut the door Climbing up the wall I get by on automatic No surprise at all
Writer(s): Tina Weymouth, Chris Frantz, David Byrne, Jerry Harrison Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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