Do you like music? Oh, I know…
Everyone says they do, but this thread is for the audiophile of a finer distinction, one who’s life experience revolves around dancing on vaseline and keeping one’s eyes wide open…
There has to be at leat 77 of you: That’s right… you know who you are… oh I know you, you are the discriminating listener who’s not in love, doesn’t worry about the government after you got a new feeling and got pulled up. That happy day, when the book I read lead to tentative decisions and no compassion for the psycho killer. First week/Last Week… carefree. Who is it?
Those with a Fear of Music who know what life during wartime feels like when memories can’t wait to air in the mind. Animals on drugs playing electric guitar in paper cities. I Zimbra! I salute you! Change my mind, and help me get to heaven!
People who want more songs about buildings and food stay hungry in the big country where the warning sign said, “artists only”. I’m not in love because I found a job and heard the girls want to be with the girls. The good thing is that with our love, I can thank you for sending me an angel. Next, take me to the river.
Well, eat a rock from the moon, shake off them slippery people and make some flippy floppy over the Talking Heads here!
This must be the place to talk about your favorite Talking Heads song – or your favorite “david byrne” moment… or then again your favorite memory of talking heads music – I want to know if I’m the only person on all of SDMB that has Talking Heads music constantly come back to mind, or still gets the same feeling when I listen to Speaking in Tongues…
Or better yet, I want to know if anyone ever figured out what “Moon Rocks” is really about…
Well, don’t worry about the government, because first week and last week are carefree. A happy day. Unless, of course, you encounter a psycho killer, who pulled up in front of me and stole the book I read.
“Who is it?,” I asked. “Uh-oh, love comes to town,” she answered. A warning sign went up. The girls want to be with the girls, I thought. Artists only.
Looks like I’ve got some tentative decisions to make. It’s a new feeling. There’s no comparison. I’ve got a fear of music. “I’m not in love,” I tell myself. But I want to stay hungry. This must be the place.
“Take me to the river,” she said. “In the big country.” Cities were all I could think of. But memories can’t wait. The great curve of her body stood before me, and you only saw something like that once in a lifetime. I want to bring her moon rocks.
I couldn’t believe she was one of those slippery people. Girlfriend is better, I thought. So I told God, “Thank you for sending me an angel.” I don’t know what to do with our love, but I’ll try to do the good thing. This will be a wild, wild life, going towards our city of dreams.
Nothing can come between us because there’s a party in my mind and I hope it never stops. I hate people when they’re not polite, they’re on a road to nowhere. Here where you are standing dinosaurs did a dance, puzzling evidence. I lost my shape trying to act casual but the lady don’t mind.