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Talking Heads - Talking Heads: 77 Album Lyrics



Talking Heads - Talking Heads: 77 Lyrics






Uh-Oh Love Comes To Town

Wait, wait for the moment to come
Stand up, stand up and take my hand
Believe, believe in mystery
Love, love is simple as one, two, three

I'm a know-it-all, I'm smartest man around
That's right, you learn real fast through the smartest girl in town
So here come a riddle, here come a clue
If you were really smart, you'd know what to do
When I say

Jump back, sit back, get back, relax
It's okay
I've called in sick I won't go to
Work today
I'd rather be with the
One I love
I neglect my duties, I'll be in trouble, but

I've been to college, I've been to school
I've met the people that you read about in books
Here come a riddle, here come a clue
If you were really smart you'd know what to do when I say
Jet pilot gone out of control, ship captain on the ground
Stock broker make a bad investment when love has come to town

Where, where is my common sense?
How did I get in a jam like this?
Believe, I believe in mystery
Love, love love love is simple as one-two-three

Here come a riddle, here come a clue
If you were really smart, you'd know what to do when I say
Why am I going out of my head, whenever you're around?
The answer is obvious, love has come to town, oh-oh, oh, oh
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Writer: David Byrne
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






New Feeling

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It's not...yesterday...anymore
I go visiting, I talk loud
I try to make myself clear
In front...of a face...that's nearer
Than it's ever been before
Not this close before
Nearer than before
Not this close before

It is...is a million...years ago
I hear music...and it sounds like bells
I feel like my head is high
I wish...I could meet...every one
Meet them all over again
Bring them up to my room
Meet them all over again
Everyone's up in my room

And now...Now I'm busy...Busy again
I feel like sitting down but
I'm still thinking...Thinking about my friends
In my garden...moments
But now I'm speaking out
Speaking about my friends
Now I'm speaking out
Thinking about my friends
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Writer: DAVID BYRNE
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Tentative Decisions

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Now that I can
Release my tensions
Let me make clear
My best intentions
Girls ask and I
define decision
Boys ask and I
describe their function

Oh the boys
want to talk
Like to to talk about those problems
And the girls
say they're concerned
And they are
concerned with these decisions

And it's all
Hard Logic
To follow and the
Girls get lost
And the boys
say they're concerned
But they are
concerned with these decisions

I wanna talk
I wanna talk as much as I want
I'm gonna give
I'm gonna give the problem to you
I wanna talk
I wanna talk as much as I want
I'm gonna give
I'm gonna give the problem to you

Decide, decide
Make up your mind
Decide, decide
I told you what to say
Confuse, confuse
Describe what I found
Confuse, confuse
I told you what to say

Oh the girls
Still want to talk
Want to talk about those problems
And the boys
say they're concerned
But they are concerned with these decisions

And it's all
Hard Logic
I know
and the girls get lost
And the boys
say they're concerned
And they are concerned with these decisions

I wanna talk
I wanna talk as much as I want
I'm gonna give
I'm gonna give the problem to you
I wanna talk
I wanna talk as much as I want
I'm gonna give
I'm gonna give the problem to you

Decide, decide
Make up your mind
Decide, decide
I told you what to say
Confuse, confuse
Describe what I found
Confuse, confuse
I told you what to say
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Writer: DAVID BYRNE
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.






Happy Day

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In...my...sensations
I believe that I...was
born with the things that I know
I want...to talk...
Like ev'ry
Before I decide what to do

And I fell all over and I
couldn't stand up
I can't be critical
I can't won't stop
Such a happy day
for me
Bring a happy day
to me
Send a happy day
to me
And a happy day
came to me come to me here it come...

I'm...only...looking
Feel like my heart
has a will of it's own
I feel...feel nice inside
right here
And now it's...summer again

The story that I told
The story I made up
I was foolin' around but I
can't won't stop
Such a happy day
for me
Bring a happy day
to me
Send a happy day
to me
And a happy day
come to me, come to me, here it come...

This...boy...is in motion
Some density
moved right beside me
I want
My sentence
Right here
But now I'm far away

A sign was given but
many years have passed
Cost a little bit to love you but I
won't can't stop
Such a happy day
for me
Bring a happy day
to me
Send a happy day
to me
And a happy day
came to me come to me here it come...

It's alright
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Writer: DAVID BYRNE
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.






Who Is It

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Who is it who
Who is it who
Who is it who
Who is it
What is it
What is it
What is it
What is it
Oh.....Baby it's you!

Who is it who
Who is it who
Who is it who
Who is it
What is it
What is it
What is it
What is it
Oh...Oh baby it's you!

Watch out now baby 'cause I'm in love with you
Watch out now baby 'cause I'm in love with you
And if you don't love me I don't know what I'm going to do!

Who, who, who is it
Who, who, who is it
Who, who, who is it
Who, who, who is it
Who, who, who is it
Who, who, who is it
Who, who, who is it
What is it
What is it
What is it
What is it
Oh....Baby it's you!
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Writer: DAVID BYRNE
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






No Compassion

In a world
Where people have problems
In this world
Where decisions are a way of life
Other people's problems they overwhelm my mind
They say compassion is a virtue, but I don't have the time

So many people...have their problems
I'm not interested...in their problems
I guess I've...experienced some problems
But now I've...made some decisions
Takes a lot of time to push away the nonsense
Take my compassion...Push it as far as it goes
My interest level's dropping, my interest level is dropping
I've heard all I want to, I don't want to hear any more

What are you, in love with your problems?
I think you take it...a little too far
It's...not so cool to have so many problems
But don't expect me to explain your indecisions
Go...talk to your analyst, isn't that what they're paid for
You walk, you talk...You still function like you used to
It's not a question...Of your personality or style
Be a little more selfish, it might do you some good

In a world where people have problems
In this world where decisions are a way of life
Other people's problems, they overwhelm my mind
They say compassion is a virtue, but I don't have the time
(Here we go again)
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Writer: DAVID BYRNE
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.






The Book I Read

I'm writing 'bout the
Book I read
I have to sing about the
Book I read
I'm embarrassed to admit it hit the soft spot in my heart
When I found out you wrote the
Book I read so

Take my shoulders as they touch your arms I've
Got little cold chills but I feel alright The
Book I read was in your eyes oh oh

Oh...I'm living in the future.
I feel wonderful.
I'm tipping over backwards
I'm so ambitious
I'm looking back I'm
Running a race and you're the book I read so

Feel my fingers as they
Touch your arms
I'm spinning around but I feel alright
The book I read was in your eyes

Na na na na...na na na na na na na
Na na na na...na na na na na na na
Na na na na na...na na na na na na na
Na na na na...na na na na na na na
Na na na na...na na na na na na na
Na na na na...na na na na na na na
Na na na na...oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

Oooooh...I'm living in the future
I feel wonderful
I'm tipping over backwards
I'm so ambitious
I'm looking back I'm
Running a race and you're the books I read so

Feel my fingers as they touch you arms I'm
Spinning around and I feel alright
The book I read was in your eyes

Na na na na na...na na na na na na na
Na na na na...na na na na na na na na
Na na na na...na na na na na na na na
Na na na na...na na na na na na na na
Na na na na...na na na na na na na na
Na na na na...na na na na na na na na
Na na na na...oh oh oh oh oh oh oooh...
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Writer: DAVID BYRNE
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.






Dont Worry About the Government

I see the clouds that move across the sky
I see the wind that moves the clouds away
It moves the clouds over by the building
I pick the building that I want to live in

I smell the pine trees and the peaches in the woods
I see the pine cones that fall by the highway
That's the highway that goes to the building
I pick the building that I want to live in

It's over there, it's over there
My building has every convenience
It's gonna make life easy for me
It's gonna be easy to get things done
I will relax alone with my loved ones

Loved ones, loved ones visit the building,
Take the highway, park and come up and see me
I'll be working, working but if you come visit
I'll put down what I'm doing, my friends are important

Don't you worry 'bout me
I wouldn't worry about me
Don't you worry 'bout me
Don't you worry 'bout me

I see the states, across this big nation
I see the laws made in Washington, D.C.
I think of the ones I consider my favorites
I think of the people that are working for me

Some civil servants are just like my loved ones
They work so hard and they try to be strong
I'm a lucky guy to live in my building
They own the buildings to help them along

It's over there, it's over there
My building has every convenience
It's gonna make life easy for me
It's gonna be easy to get things done
I will relax along with my loved ones

Loved ones, loved ones visit the building
Take the highway, park and come up and see me
I'll be working, working but if you come visit
I'll put down what I'm doing, my friends are important

I wouldn't worry 'bout
I wouldn't worry about me
Don't you worry 'bout me
Don't you worry 'bout me...
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Writer: DAVID BYRNE
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First Week/Last Week... Carefree

Can we run that again
Is that a woman's voice I hear?
I said, "Let's wait and see. I'll see for myself"
That's a phrase I repeat
To myself
Made a reference to me and
that's myself too

What progress I have made the first week
First Week
First Week
First Week

Every sentence I use
Refer to women and their names
I heard the voice first last week
I heard it myself
Made a reference to me
That's myself
This report's incomplete
I see for myself

Every appointment has been moved to last week
Last Week
Last Week
Last Week

oh...
ah...
oh...

I heard the voice first last week
I heard it myself
Made a reference to me
And that's myself
This report's incomplete
I see for myself

Every appointment has been been moved to last week
Last Week
Last Week
Last Week

oh...
ah...
oh...


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Writer: DAVID BYRNE
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Psycho Killer

I can't seem to face up to the facts
I'm tense and nervous and I
Can't relax
I can't sleep 'cause my bed's on fire
Don't touch me I'm a real live wire

Psycho Killer
Qu'est Que C'est
Fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far better
Run run run run run run run away
Psycho Killer
Qu'est Que C'est
Fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far better
Run run run run run run run away

You start a conversation you can't even finish it.
You're talkin' a lot, but you're not sayin' anything.
When I have nothing to say, my lips are sealed.
Say something once, why say it again?

Psycho Killer,
Qu'est Que C'est
Fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far better
Run run run run run run run away
Psycho Killer
Qu'est Que C'est
Fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far better
Run run run run run run run away

(* Spoken interlude in French *)

Psycho Killer,
Qu'est Que C'est
Fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far better
Run run run run run run run away
Psycho Killer,
Qu'est Que C'est
Fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far better
Run run run run run run run away

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh....
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Writer: CHRIS FRANTZ, DAVID BYRNE, TINA WEYMOUTH
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.






Pulled Up

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Mommy, Daddy, come and look at me now
I'm a big man in a great big town
Years ago who would believe it's true
Goes to show what a little faith can do

I was complaining, I was down in the dumps
I feel so strong now 'cause you pulled me up!
Pull me up up up up up up up up

I slipped, and I got pulled
Pulled up, I tripped, and then you pulled,
you pulled me up
I slipped, and I got pulled,
Pulled up, I slipped, and then you pulled,
you pulled me up pull me up pull me up...
Pulled me up up up up up up up up

I drift away to another land
Sleeping dreaming such a simple thing
I think of things that I might be
I see my name go down in history

I was complaining, I was down in the dumps
I feel so string now 'cause you pulled me up!
Pull me up up up up up up up up
I slipped, and I got pulled,
pulled up, I tripped, and then you pulled,
you pulled me up
I tripped, and I got pulled
Pulled up, I slipped, and then you pulled
you pulled me up! Pulled me up up, Pulled me up...
Pulled me up up up up up up up up

I got up
'cause you pulled me up
I stood up
'cause you pulled me up
I got up
And that was because you pulled me up
I got up
In a little while you pulled me up
Pull me up up up up, up up up up!
Pull me up up up up up up up up!

I cast a shadow on the living-room wall
Dark and savage with a profile so sharp
Keep that wonderful food on the table
There's really no hurry I'll eat in a while

I was complaining, I was down in the dumps
I feel so strong now 'cause you pulled me up!
Pull me up up up up up up up up!
I slipped, and I got pulled
Pulled up, I tripped, and then you pulled,
you pulled me up
I slipped, and I got pulled
Pulled Up, I slipped,
And then you pulled, you pulled me up!
Pull me up...Pull me up...Watch out!
Pull me up up up up up up up up!
Pull me up up up up up up up up!
Pull me up up up up up up up up!
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Writer: DAVID BYRNE
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.








Talking Heads: 77 is the debut studio album by the American rock band Talking Heads. It was recorded in April 1977 at New York's Sundragon Studios and released on September 16 of that year by Sire Records. The single "Psycho Killer" reached number 92 on the Billboard Hot 100.
Performed By: Talking Heads
Genre(s): New wave, art rock, art-punk
Producer(s): Tony Bongiovi, Lance Quinn, Talking Heads
Length: 38:37
Released: September 16th, 1977
Year: 1977

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