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Life During Wartime
Talking Heads Fear of Music

Experimental Funk Indie Rock

"Life During Wartime" is a song by the American new wave band Talking Heads, released as the first single from their 1979 album Fear of Music.

David Byrnes’ lyrics describe a Walker Percy-ish post-apocalyptic landscape where a revolutionary hides out in a deserted cemetery, surviving on peanut butter. "I wrote this in my loft on Seventh and Avenue A," David later said, "I was thinking about Baader-Meinhof. Patty Hearst. Tompkins Square. This a song about living in Alphabet City."

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Heard of a van
That's 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 brownstone
Lived in a 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 someday

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 nighttime
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 CBGB
I ain't got time for that now

Heard about Houston?
Heard about Detroit?
Heard about Pittsburgh, PA?

You oughta know
Not to stand by the window
Somebody 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 no postcard
I ain't got time for that now

Trouble in transit
Got through the roadblock
We blended in with the crowd

We got computers
We're tapping phone lines
I know that 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 you some sleep

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