This Talking Heads song is always scary because it’s always the truth about somewhere. Always.
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, lived in the ghetto,
I’ve lived all over this town.
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Sadly, what you say is oh so true. And this is why I need to pay more attention to lyrics. I always thought this was a party song; no doubt because all I was hearing was "disco" and "party" (and completely ignoring the "This ain't no..." part).
Helen: It took me a long time before I heard more than the chorus too...
Your timing with this one today is eerie.
LO: After I posted this, we lost power for 5 hours, so it was much later in the day before I heard the news.
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