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Friday, April 6, 2012

allowing music to teach my soul the hidden knowing within


You may find yourself living in a shotgun shack
You may find yourself in another part of the world
You may find yourself behind the wheel of a large automobile
You may find yourself in a beautiful house, with a beautiful wife
You may ask yourself, "Well, how did I get here?"

Letting the days go by, let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by, water flowing underground

Into the blue again, after the money's gone
Once in a lifetime, water flowing underground

You may ask yourself, "How do I work this?"
You may ask yourself, "Where is that large automobile?"
You may tell yourself, "This is not my beautiful house"
You may tell yourself, "This is not my beautiful wife"

Letting the days go by, let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by, water flowing underground

Into the blue again, after the money's gone
Once in a lifetime, water flowing underground

Same as it ever was, same as it ever was, same as it ever was, same as it ever was, same as it ever was, same as it ever was, same as it ever was, same as it ever was



Water dissolving and water removing
There is water at the bottom of the ocean

Remove the water, carry the water
Remove the water from the bottom of the ocean

Letting the days go by, let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by, water flowing underground

Into the blue again, after the money's gone
Once in a lifetime water flowing underground

Into the blue again, into the silent water
Under the rocks and stone, there is water underground
Letting the days go by, into the silent water
Once in a lifetime, water flowing underground

You may ask yourself, what is that beautiful house
You may ask yourself, where does that highway lead to
You may ask yourself, am I right - am I wrong
You may say to yourself, my god what have I done

Letting the days go by, let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by, water flowing underground

Into the blue again, after the money's gone
Once in a lifetime, water flowing underground

Into the blue again, into the silent water
Under the rocks and stone, there is water underground

Let the days go by, into the silent water
Once in a lifetime, water flowing underground

Same as it ever was, same as it ever was, same as it ever was, same as it ever was, same as it ever was, same as it ever was, same as it ever was, same as it ever was

Time isn't holding us, time isn't after us
(continues)

Letting the days go by......
Letting the days go by......
Letting the days go by......

Once in a lifetime.....

Letting the days go by......
Letting the days go by......
Letting the days go by......

Once in a lifetime.....





Talking Heads have been sidestepping trends to make their own since their 1977 debut album, which bypassed punk's anger and noise with wide-eyed lyrics and echoes of bubblegum pop and funk. Year by year, the funk grew deeper and stranger, on albums that were unapologetically arty but danceable; nine out of 10 would-be intellectuals played Heads albums at parties. Mr. Byrne's lyrics treated the modern world as both home and alien territory, letting listeners gauge any irony. — Jon Pareles