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caetano veloso and david byrne - life during wartime (live) lyrics

[verse 1]
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 n0body knows
the sound of gunfire off in the distance, i’m getting used to it now
lived in a brownstone, i lived in the ghetto, well, i’ve lived all over this town

[chorus 1]
this ain’t no party, this ain’t no disco, this ain’t no fooling around
this ain’t the mudd club or cbgb, i ain’t got time for that now

[verse 2]
transmit the message to the receiver, hope for an answer some day
i got three passports, i got a couple of visas, well, you don’t еven know my real name
high on a hillsidе, the trucks are loading, everything’s ready to roll
i sleep in the daytime and i work in the nighttime, i might not ever get home

[chorus 2]
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

[verse 3]
heard about houston? heard about detroit? heard about pittsburgh, pa?
you oughta know not to stand by the window, somebody’ll see you up there
i got some groceries, some peanut b+tter to last a couple of days
but i ain’t got no speakers and i ain’t got no headphones and i ain’t got no records to play
[bridge]
why stay in college? why go to night school? gonna be different this time
can’t write a letter, i can’t send no postcard, i can’t write nothing at all
this ain’t no party, this ain’t no disco, this ain’t no fooling around
high enough to hold you and high enough to kiss you, but i ain’t got time for that now

[outro]
trouble in transit, got through the roadblock, we blended in with the crowd
we got computers and we’re tapping phone lines, well, 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, well, 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 and it burns like a furnace, well, the burning keeps me alive

- caetano veloso and david byrne lyrics

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