bpw Posted January 15, 2011 Report Share Posted January 15, 2011 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...Same as it ever was... Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was... Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was... Water dissolving...and water removing There is water at the bottom of the ocean Carry the water at the bottom of the ocean Remove the water at the bottom of the ocean! Letting the days go by/let the water hold me down Letting the days go by/water flowing underground Into the blue again/in 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. And you may ask yourself What is that beautiful house? And you may ask yourself Where does that highway go? And you may ask yourself Am I right?...Am I wrong? And you may tell 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/in 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...Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was... Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was... Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was... Link to post Share on other sites
LuckyOne Posted January 15, 2011 Report Share Posted January 15, 2011 Talking Heads? They were/are brilliant and massively ahead of their time. Link to post Share on other sites
clockslinger Posted January 15, 2011 Report Share Posted January 15, 2011 Talking Heads? They were/are brilliant and massively ahead of their time. Er, yes, but this is a HP discussion websit and I believe somebody has just smoked their first dooby. Link to post Share on other sites
Hywel Dda Posted January 15, 2011 Report Share Posted January 15, 2011 When yer head gets twisted and yer mind grows numb When you think you're too old, too young, too smart or too dumb When yer laggin' behind an' losin' yer pace In a slow-motion crawl of life's busy race No matter what yer doing if you start givin' up If the wine don't come to the top of yer cup If the wind's got you sideways with with one hand holdin' on And the other starts slipping and the feeling is gone And yer train engine fire needs a new spark to catch it And the wood's easy findin' but yer lazy to fetch it And yer sidewalk starts curlin' and the street gets too long And you start walkin' backwards though you know its wrong And lonesome comes up as down goes the day And tomorrow's mornin' seems so far away And you feel the reins from yer pony are slippin' And yer rope is a-slidin' 'cause yer hands are a-drippin' And yer sun-decked desert and evergreen valleys Turn to broken down slums and trash-can alleys And yer sky cries water and yer drain pipe's a-pourin' And the lightnin's a-flashing and the thunder's a-crashin' And the windows are rattlin' and breakin' and the roof tops a-shakin' And yer whole world's a-slammin' and bangin' And yer minutes of sun turn to hours of storm And to yourself you sometimes say ''I never knew it was gonna be this way Why didn't they tell me the day I was born'' And you start gettin' chills and yer jumping from sweat And you're lookin' for somethin' you ain't quite found yet And yer knee-deep in the dark water with yer hands in the air And the whole world's a-watchin' with a window peek stare And yer good gal leaves and she's long gone a-flying And yer heart feels sick like fish when they're fryin' And yer jackhammer falls from yer, hand to yer feet And you need it badly but it lays on the street And yer bell's bangin' loudly but you can't hear its beat And you think yer ears might a been hurt Or yer eyes've turned filthy from the sight-blindin' dirt And you figured you failed in yesterdays rush When you were faked out an' fooled white facing a four flush And all the time you were holdin' three queens And it's makin you mad, it's makin' you mean Like in the middle of Life magazine Bouncin' around a pinball machine And there's something on yer mind you wanna be saying That somebody someplace oughta be hearin' But it's trapped on yer tongue and sealed in yer head And it bothers you badly when your layin' in bed And no matter how you try you just can't say it And yer scared to yer soul you just might forget it And yer eyes get swimmy from the tears in yer head And yer pillows of feathers turn to blankets of lead And the lion's mouth opens and yer staring at his teeth And his jaws start closin with you underneath And yer flat on your belly with yer hands tied behind And you wish you'd never taken that last detour sign And you say to yourself just what am I doin' On this road I'm walkin', on this trail I'm turnin' On this curve I'm hanging On this pathway I'm strolling, in the space I'm talking In this air I'm inhaling Am I mixed up too much, am I mixed up too hard Why am I walking, where am I running What am I saying, what am I knowing On this guitar I'm playing, on this banjo I'm frailin' On this mandolin I'm strummin', in the song I'm singin' In the tune I'm hummin', in the words I'm writin' In the words that I'm thinkin' In this ocean of hours I'm all the time drinkin' Who am I helping, what am I breaking What am I giving, what am I taking But you try with your whole soul best Never to think these thoughts and never to let Them kind of thoughts gain ground Or make yer heart pound But then again you know why they're around Just waiting for a chance to slip and drop down 'Cause sometimes you hear'em when the night times comes creeping And you fear that they might catch you a-sleeping And you jump from yer bed, from yer last chapter of dreamin' And you can't remember for the best of yer thinking If that was you in the dream that was screaming And you know that it's something special you're needin' And you know that there's no drug that'll do for the healin' And no liquor in the land to stop yer brain from bleeding And you need something special Yeah, you need something special all right You need a fast flyin' train on a tornado track To shoot you someplace and shoot you back You need a cyclone wind on a stream engine howler That's been banging and booming and blowing forever That knows yer troubles a hundred times over You need a Greyhound bus that don't bar no race That won't laugh at yer looks Your voice or your face And by any number of bets in the book Will be rollin' long after the bubblegum craze You need something to open up a new door To show you something you seen before But overlooked a hundred times or more You need something to open your eyes You need something to make it known That it's you and no one else that owns That spot that yer standing, that space that you're sitting That the world ain't got you beat That it ain't got you licked It can't get you crazy no matter how many Times you might get kicked You need something special all right You need something special to give you hope But hope's just a word That maybe you said or maybe you heard On some windy corner 'round a wide-angled curve But that's what you need man, and you need it bad And yer trouble is you know it too good 'Cause you look an' you start getting the chills 'Cause you can't find it on a dollar bill And it ain't on Macy's window sill And it ain't on no rich kid's road map And it ain't in no fat kid's fraternity house And it ain't made in no Hollywood wheat germ And it ain't on that dimlit stage With that half-wit comedian on it Ranting and raving and taking yer money And you thinks it's funny No you can't find it in no night club or no yacht club And it ain't in the seats of a supper club And sure as hell you're bound to tell That no matter how hard you rub You just ain't a-gonna find it on yer ticket stub No, and it ain't in the rumors people're tellin' you And it ain't in the pimple-lotion people are sellin' you And it ain't in no cardboard-box house Or down any movie star's blouse And you can't find it on the golf course And Uncle Remus can't tell you and neither can Santa Claus And it ain't in the cream puff hair-do or cotton candy clothes And it ain't in the dime store dummies or bubblegum goons And it ain't in the marshmallow noises of the chocolate cake voices That come knockin' and tappin' in Christmas wrappin' Sayin' ain't I pretty and ain't I cute and look at my skin Look at my skin shine, look at my skin glow Look at my skin laugh, look at my skin cry When you can't even sense if they got any insides These people so pretty in their ribbons and bows No you'll not now or no other day Find it on the doorsteps made out-a paper maché And inside it the people made of molasses That every other day buy a new pair of sunglasses And it ain't in the fifty-star generals and flipped-out phonies Who'd turn yuh in for a tenth of a penny Who breathe and burp and bend and crack And before you can count from one to ten Do it all over again but this time behind yer back My friend The ones that wheel and deal and whirl and twirl And play games with each other in their sand-box world And you can't find it either in the no-talent fools That run around gallant And make all rules for the ones that got talent And it ain't in the ones that ain't got any talent but think they do And think they're foolin' you The ones who jump on the wagon Just for a while 'cause they know it's in style To get their kicks, get out of it quick And make all kinds of money and chicks And you yell to yourself and you throw down yer hat Sayin', ''Christ do I gotta be like that Ain't there no one here that knows where I'm at Ain't there no one here that knows how I feel Good God Almighty THAT STUFF AIN'T REAL.'' No but that ain't yer game, it ain't even yer race You can't hear yer name, you can't see yer face You gotta look some other place And where do you look for this hope that yer seekin' Where do you look for this lamp that's a-burnin' Where do you look for this oil well gushin' Where do you look for this candle that's glowin' Where do you look for this hope that you know is there And out there somewhere And your feet can only walk down two kinds of roads Your eyes can only look through two kinds of windows Your nose can only smell two kinds of hallways You can touch and twist And turn two kinds of doorknobs You can either go to the church of your choice Or you can go to Brooklyn State Hospital And though it's only my opinion I may be right or wrong You'll find them both In the Grand Canyon At sundown Link to post Share on other sites
NotAGuru Posted January 15, 2011 Report Share Posted January 15, 2011 Er, yes, but this is a HP discussion websit and I believe somebody has just smoked their first dooby. For a bit of HPC related lyrics see Link to post Share on other sites
douggggy Posted January 15, 2011 Report Share Posted January 15, 2011 two suns in the (financial) sunset.. and fade up .... `council house and tenement 1 bed flat and mansion, they where all worthless in the end......` with appologies to Mr Waters Link to post Share on other sites
Saving For a Space Ship Posted January 15, 2011 Report Share Posted January 15, 2011 And you may find yourself living in a shotgun shack And you may find yourself in another part of the world.... ..Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was... Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was... and my fave vid While searching for a pic of exactly what a'Shotgun Shack'was, I came across a photo of what David Byrne looks like these days ... Link to post Share on other sites
bpw Posted January 15, 2011 Author Report Share Posted January 15, 2011 I should have been more literal for some of you ;-) Read the lyrics, then think deeply about them, and then you will see how they match what has happened - the american dream is a beautiful house, with a beautiful wife ...... ...and how did we get here? ...Where has all the money gone? A shotgun house refers to the style of houses in the south where you shoot through the front door and the pellets would would go out the back. I really must post some pics of the american dream for you all to see. Link to post Share on other sites
gf3 Posted January 15, 2011 Report Share Posted January 15, 2011 Talking Heads? They were/are brilliant and massively ahead of their time. Yes definitely ahead of their time their music should have been played on a lute. Link to post Share on other sites
okaycuckoo Posted January 15, 2011 Report Share Posted January 15, 2011 Name this tune: The grabbing hands grab all they can, All for themselves, after all. Link to post Share on other sites
douggggy Posted January 15, 2011 Report Share Posted January 15, 2011 Name this tune: The grabbing hands grab all they can, All for themselves, after all. they also had a hit with `we used to be boring but now were just crap` Link to post Share on other sites
dances with sheeple Posted January 16, 2011 Report Share Posted January 16, 2011 I should have been more literal for some of you ;-) Read the lyrics, then think deeply about them, and then you will see how they match what has happened - the american dream is a beautiful house, with a beautiful wife ...... ...and how did we get here? ...Where has all the money gone? A shotgun house refers to the style of houses in the south where you shoot through the front door and the pellets would would go out the back. I really must post some pics of the american dream for you all to see. David Byrne comes from Dumbarton in Scotland if irc? They have some nice little houses there. "Pink Houses" by John Mellencamp describes how the American dream just rolls over most people in the end? Link to post Share on other sites
blobloblob Posted January 16, 2011 Report Share Posted January 16, 2011 Name this tune: The grabbing hands grab all they can, All for themselves, after all. The same ones who wrote: The turning point of a career, in Korea, being insincere. Link to post Share on other sites
Tankus Posted January 16, 2011 Report Share Posted January 16, 2011 A shotgun house refers to the style of houses in the south where you shoot through the front door and the pellets would would go out the back. I really must post some pics of the american dream for you all to see. without touching anything Link to post Share on other sites
oracle Posted January 16, 2011 Report Share Posted January 16, 2011 what about this then? 30 years ahead of it's time.My link Link to post Share on other sites
MrPin Posted January 16, 2011 Report Share Posted January 16, 2011 Name this tune: The grabbing hands grab all they can, All for themselves, after all. I think that may be Crass, Mr Cuckoo! Link to post Share on other sites
MrPin Posted January 16, 2011 Report Share Posted January 16, 2011 On second thoughts, I was totally wrong! Link to post Share on other sites
ccc Posted January 17, 2011 Report Share Posted January 17, 2011 I never knew that. Yep and this is another Jock. We seem to have a talent for describing the shitness of the World. Del Amitri - Nothing Ever Happens - 1989 Post office clerks put up signs saying position closed And secretaries turn off typewriters and put on their coats Janitors padlock the gates For security guards to patrol And bachelors phone up their friends for a drink While the married ones turn on a chat show And they'll all be lonely tonight and lonely tomorrow Gentlemen time please, you know we can't serve anymore Now the traffic lights change to stop, when there's nothing to go And by five o'clock everything's dead And every third car is a cab And ignorant people sleep in their beds Like the doped white mice in the college lab Nothing ever happens, nothing happens at all The needle returns to the start of the song And we all sing along like before And we'll all be lonely tonight and lonely tomorrow Telephone exchanges click while there's nobody there The Martians could land in the carpark and no one would care Close-circuit cameras in department stores shoot the same video every day And the stars of these films neither die nor get killed Just survive constant action replay Nothing ever happens, nothing happens at all The needle returns to the start of the song And we all sing along like before And we'll all be lonely tonight and lonely tomorrow Bill hoardings advertise products that nobody needs While angry from Manchester writes to complain about All the repeats on T.V. And computer terminals report some gains On the values of copper and tin While American businessmen snap up Van Goghs For the price of a hospital wing Nothing ever happens, nothing happens at all The needle returns to the start of the song And we all sing along like before Nothing ever happens, nothing happens at all They'll burn down the synagogues at six o'clock And we'll all go along like before And we'll all be lonely tonight and lonely tomorrow Link to post Share on other sites
drainman Posted January 17, 2011 Report Share Posted January 17, 2011 Name this tune: The grabbing hands grab all they can, All for themselves, after all. depeshe mode . everything counts (in large amounts ) am i showing my age ? Link to post Share on other sites
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