Saturday, February 17, 2007

without accompaniment

leafing through Cormac Mccarthy's 'The Road', I couldn't bring myself to buy the book - a picture of utter bleakness - a post-dystopian picture if that's possible. Life During Wartime is really pretty bleak too, without the music, particularly bleak, though I must admit, the hills I live near often seem very inviting. The pull of paranoia (that is a kind of pseudo-rational but almost narcotic response)in dark times for the secure - for millions and millions a reality they live.

Life During Wartime - Talking Heads

Heard of a van that is loaded with weapons,packed up and ready to go
Heard of some gravesites, 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 brownstore, lived in the ghetto, I've lived all over this town
This ain't no party, this ain't no disco,this ain't no fooling around
No time for dancing, or lovey dovey,
I ain't got time for that now
Transmit the message, to the receiver,hope for an answer some day
I got three passports, a couple of visas,you don't even know my real name
High on a hillside, the trucks are loading,everything's ready to roll
I sleep in the daytime,
I work in the nightime,
I might not ever get home
This ain't no party, this ain't no disco,this ain't no fooling around
This ain't no mudd club, or C. B. G. B.,
I ain't got time for that now
Heard about Houston? Heard about Detroit?
Heard about Pittsburgh, P. A.?
You oughta know not to stand by the window
somebody might see you up there
I got some groceries,
some peanut butter,to last a couple of days

But I ain't got no speakers, ain't got no headphones, ain't got no records to play
Why stay in college?
Why go to night school?
Gonna be different this time
Can't write a letter, can't send a postcard,
I can't write nothing at all
This ain't no party, this ain't no disco,this ain't no fooling around
I'd like to kiss you, I'd love you hold you
I ain't got no time for that now
Trouble in transit, got through the roadblock,we blended with the crowd
We got computer, we're tapping phone lines,
I know that ain't allowed
We dress like students, we dress like housewives,or in a suit and a tie
I changed my hairstyle, so many times now,
I don't know what I look like!
You make me shiver, I feel so tender,we make a pretty good team
Don't get exhausted, I'll do some driving,you ought to get some sleep
Get you instructions, follow directions,then you should change your address
Maybe tomorrow, maybe the next day,whatever you think is best
Burned all my notebooks, what good are notebooks?
They won't help me survive
My chest is aching, burns like a furnace,the burning keeps me alive
Try to stay healthy, physical fitness, don't want to catch no disease
Try to be careful, don't take no chances, you better watch what you say

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