Dance On Vaseline

I'm taking back the knowledge

I'm taking back the gentleness

 I'm taking back the ritual

I'm giving in to sweetness

 Come preacherman,

shoot me with your poisoned arrow

But I dance on Vaseline

And I'm tripping out working on a revolution

You don't let the music in

 I'm taking back the children

I'm taking back the ceremony

I'm taking back my offerings

And I'm taking back what you mean to me

 You're dangerous, shoot me with your poisoned arrow But I dance on Vaseline

And I'm slipping out

I'm working on a revolution

Don't let the music in

 And war is all around us

Your Gods are dead and buried underground

I was a silly putty

Your big ideas are useless to me now

 My baby saw the future

She doesn't wanna live it anymore

Its lousy science-fiction

It's on your skin and seeps into your bones

 Come preacherman, shoot me with your poisoned arrow

I dance on Vaseline 

And I'm tripping out working on a revolution 

Don't let day begin 

And you're dangerous, shoot me with your poisoned arrow 

But I dance on Vaseline 

And I'm slipping out working on a revolution 

 

Don't let the music in It started in Oklahoma 

You always think it happens somewhere else 

This madness is attractive 

Until the day it happens to yourself 

And power might seem sexy 

But check her in the cool grey light of dawn 

 

A legislative body 

And all at once your lust for her is gone 

And I'm tripping out working on a revolution 

Don't let the day begin 

We'll turn you down time to time for evolution 

Don't let the music in 

And I'm tripping out working on a revolution 

Don't let the day begin 

We'll turn you down, make a time for evolution 

Don't let the day begin

David Byrne & Morcheeba

Who

Who be my valentine

Who lift this heavy load

Who share this taxicab

Who wants to climb aboard

Who is an honest man?

Who held a dying soldier?

Far from his own hometown

Carry these men and women

Who get lost when the Sun goes down

Who is an honest man?

Who walks this dusty road

Who always proves her way

Who’s this?! Inside of me

Who made a big mistake

Who sees these constellations

Seen in those spinning round

Counting these men and women

Who get lost when the Sun goes down

Who is an honest man?

With a graceful motion she sat down slowly

Drank a cup of coffee and she fold her laundry

She begins to tell us all her life story

All around the table, everybody’s staring

Who shouts out hallelujah

Who’s gonna sing out loud

Carry these men and women

Who get lost when the Sun goes down

Who’s getting out of here

Who thinks they’re hungry

Who’s gonna be my friend

All around the table, everybody’s staring

David Byrne and St.Vincent

Social Studies

I thought that if I ate the food of the area I was visiting.

That I might assimilate the point of view of the people there.

As if the point of view was somehow in the food.

So I would make no choices myself regarding what food I ate.

I would simply follow the examples of those around me.

I would study menus very carefully,

Making note of important differences and similarities.

When shopping at the supermarket

I felt a great desire to walk off with someone else's groceries

So that I could study them at length

And study their effects on me.

As though if I ate their groceries I would become that person; until I finished their groceries.

And we might find ourselves going to the same places.

David Byrne

Tree

Today is an important occasion.

She thinks that she must wear the right clothes.

The right combination of clothes

...will make her lucky.

But there are specific kinds of luck.

Anddifferent kinds are needed

for different occasions:

'A blue dress for intuition'

'The grey shirt and maroon slacks

for making strong statements'

'The navy pullover and the woolen skirt

for discovering mystery.'

She thinks of what she wore

on a similar occasion

like the one she will be involved in today.

Particularly a similar occasion

that was successful for her.

She lies on the bed

and imagines herself in a variety of outfits.

She quickly narrows

the range of possibilities.

She tries them on

in a few combinations.

The striped shirt

and courderoy slacks.

The red dress.

She leaves the house...

The outcome is certain.

David Byrne

Strange Overtones

I wake up every morning

I hear your feet on the stairs

You’re in the next apartment

I hear you singing over there

This groove is out of fashion

These beats are 20 years old

I saw you lend a hand to

The ones out standing in the cold

Strange Overtones in the music you are playing

I’ll harmonize

It is strong and you are tough

But a heart is not enough

Put on your socks and mittens

It’s getting colder tonight

A snowball in my kitchen

I watched it melt before my eyes

Your song still needs a chorus

I know you’ll figure it out

The rising of the verses

A change of key will let you out

Strange overtones though they’re slightly out of fashion

I’ll harmonize

I see the music in your face

That your words cannot explain

Strange Overtones in the music you are playing

We’re not alone

It is strong and you are tough

But a heart is not enough

David Byrne & Brian Eno