Watch out you might get what you're after
Cool babies strange but not a stranger
I'm an ordinary guy
Burning down the house
Hold tight wait till the party's over
Hold tight We're in for nasty weather
There has got to be a way
Burning down the house
Here's your ticket pack your bag: time for jumpin' overboard
The transportation is here
Close enough but not too far, Maybe you know where you are
Fightin' fire with fire
All wet hey you might need a raincoat
Shakedown dreams walking in broad daylight
Three hun-dred six-ty five de-grees
Burning down the house
It was once upon a place sometimes I listen to myself
Gonna come in first place
People on their way to work baby what did you except
Gonna burst into flame
My house S'out of the ordinary
That's might Don't want to hurt nobody
Some things sure can sweep me off my feet
Burning down the house
No visible means of support and you have not seen nuthin' yet
Everything's stuck together
I don't know what you expect starring into the TV set
Fighting fire with fire
Talking Heads - Speaking in Tongues Album Lyrics
Talking Heads - Speaking in Tongues Lyrics
Writer: CHRIS FRANTZ, CHRISTOPHER FRANTZ, DAVID BYRNE, JERRY HARRISON, TINA WEYMOUTH
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Making Flippy Floppy
Nothing can come between us
Nothing gets you down
Nothing strikes your fancy
Nothing turns you on
Somebody is waiting in the hallway
Somebody is falling down the stairs
Set someone free, break someone's heart
Stand up help us out
Ev'rything is divided
Nothing is complete
Ev'rything looks impressive
Do not be deceived
You don't have to wait for more instructions
No one makes a monkey out of me
We lie on our backs, feet in the air
Rest and relaxation, rocket to my brain
Snap into position
Bounce till you ache
Step out of line
And you end up in jail
Bring me a doctor
I have a hole in my head
But they are just people
And I'm not afraid
Doctor Doctor
We have nothing in our pockets
We continue
But we have nothing left to offer
Faces pressed against the window
Hey! they are just my friends
Check this out don't be slick
Break our backs it goes like this . . .
We are born without eyesight
We are born without sin
And our mama protects us
From the cold and the rain
We're in no hurry
sugar and spice
We sing in the darkness
We open our eyes (open up)
I can't believe it
And people are strange
Our president's crazy
Did you hear what he said
Business and pleasure
Lie right to your face
Divide it in sections
And then give it away
There are no big secrets
Don't believe what you read
We have great big bodies
We got great big heads
Run-a-run-a-run it all together
Check it out - still don't make no sense
Makin' flippy floppy
Tryin to do my best
Lock the door
We kill the beast
Kill it!
Nothing gets you down
Nothing strikes your fancy
Nothing turns you on
Somebody is waiting in the hallway
Somebody is falling down the stairs
Set someone free, break someone's heart
Stand up help us out
Ev'rything is divided
Nothing is complete
Ev'rything looks impressive
Do not be deceived
You don't have to wait for more instructions
No one makes a monkey out of me
We lie on our backs, feet in the air
Rest and relaxation, rocket to my brain
Snap into position
Bounce till you ache
Step out of line
And you end up in jail
Bring me a doctor
I have a hole in my head
But they are just people
And I'm not afraid
Doctor Doctor
We have nothing in our pockets
We continue
But we have nothing left to offer
Faces pressed against the window
Hey! they are just my friends
Check this out don't be slick
Break our backs it goes like this . . .
We are born without eyesight
We are born without sin
And our mama protects us
From the cold and the rain
We're in no hurry
sugar and spice
We sing in the darkness
We open our eyes (open up)
I can't believe it
And people are strange
Our president's crazy
Did you hear what he said
Business and pleasure
Lie right to your face
Divide it in sections
And then give it away
There are no big secrets
Don't believe what you read
We have great big bodies
We got great big heads
Run-a-run-a-run it all together
Check it out - still don't make no sense
Makin' flippy floppy
Tryin to do my best
Lock the door
We kill the beast
Kill it!
Writer: CHRIS FRANTZ, CHRISTOPHER FRANTZ, DAVID BYRNE, JERRY HARRISON, TINA WEYMOUTH
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Girlfriend is Better
Ha! Who took the money?
Who took the money away?
Ha ha ha ha it's always showtime
Here at the edge of the stage
And I, I, I, wake up and wonder
What was the place, what was the name?
We wanna wait, but here we go again
Ha! Takes over slowly
But doesn't last very long
Ha ha ha ha no need to worry
Everything's under control
O U T! But no hard feelings
What do you know? Take you away
We're being taken for a ride again
I got a girlfriend that's better than that
She has the smoke in her eyes
She's coming up, going right through my heart
She's gonna give me surprise
I think it's right, better than this
I think you can if you like
I got a girlfriend with bows in her hair
And nothing is better than that (is it?)
Oh! Down in the basement
We hear the sound of machines
Ha-ha-ha-ha, ha! Driving in circles
Come to my senses sometimes
Why, why, why, why start it over?
Nothing was lost, everything's free
I don't care how impossible it seems
Somebody calls you but you cannot hear
Get closer to be far away
Only one look and that's all that it takes
Maybe that's all that we need
All that it takes, I'll bet it's right
All it takes, if it's right
I got a girlfriend that's better than that
And she goes wherever she likes (there she goes)
I got a girlfriend that's better than that
Now everyone's getting involved
She's moving up going right through my heart
We might not ever get caught
Going right through (try to stay cool)
Going through, staying cool
I got a girlfriend she's better than that
And nothing is better than you
I got a girlfriend that's better than this
But you don't remember at all
As we get older and stop making sense
You won't find her waiting long
Stop making sense, stop making sense
Stop making sense, making sense
I got a girlfriend shes's better than that
And nothing is better than this (is it?)
Who took the money away?
Ha ha ha ha it's always showtime
Here at the edge of the stage
And I, I, I, wake up and wonder
What was the place, what was the name?
We wanna wait, but here we go again
Ha! Takes over slowly
But doesn't last very long
Ha ha ha ha no need to worry
Everything's under control
O U T! But no hard feelings
What do you know? Take you away
We're being taken for a ride again
I got a girlfriend that's better than that
She has the smoke in her eyes
She's coming up, going right through my heart
She's gonna give me surprise
I think it's right, better than this
I think you can if you like
I got a girlfriend with bows in her hair
And nothing is better than that (is it?)
Oh! Down in the basement
We hear the sound of machines
Ha-ha-ha-ha, ha! Driving in circles
Come to my senses sometimes
Why, why, why, why start it over?
Nothing was lost, everything's free
I don't care how impossible it seems
Somebody calls you but you cannot hear
Get closer to be far away
Only one look and that's all that it takes
Maybe that's all that we need
All that it takes, I'll bet it's right
All it takes, if it's right
I got a girlfriend that's better than that
And she goes wherever she likes (there she goes)
I got a girlfriend that's better than that
Now everyone's getting involved
She's moving up going right through my heart
We might not ever get caught
Going right through (try to stay cool)
Going through, staying cool
I got a girlfriend she's better than that
And nothing is better than you
I got a girlfriend that's better than this
But you don't remember at all
As we get older and stop making sense
You won't find her waiting long
Stop making sense, stop making sense
Stop making sense, making sense
I got a girlfriend shes's better than that
And nothing is better than this (is it?)
Writer: CHRIS FRANTZ, CHRISTOPHER FRANTZ, DAVID BYRNE, JERRY HARRISON, TINA WEYMOUTH
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Slippery People
What about the time?
You were rollin' over
Fall on your face
You must be having fun
Walk lightly!
Think of a time.
You'd best believe
This think is real
Put away that gun
This part is simple
Try to recognize
What is in you mind
God help us!
Help us loose our minds
These slippery people
Help us understand
What's the matter with him? He's alright!
I see his face The lord won't mind
Don't play no games He's alright
Love from the bottom to the top
Turn like a wheel He's alright
See for yourself The lord won't mind
We're gonna move Right now
Turn like a wheel inside a wheel
I remember when
Sittin' in the tub
Pulled out the plug
The water was runnin' out
Cool down
Stop acting crazy
They're gonna leave
And we'll be on our own
Seven times five
They were living creatures
Watch 'em come to life
Right before your eyes
Backsliding!
How do you do?
These slippery people
Gonna see you through
You were rollin' over
Fall on your face
You must be having fun
Walk lightly!
Think of a time.
You'd best believe
This think is real
Put away that gun
This part is simple
Try to recognize
What is in you mind
God help us!
Help us loose our minds
These slippery people
Help us understand
What's the matter with him? He's alright!
I see his face The lord won't mind
Don't play no games He's alright
Love from the bottom to the top
Turn like a wheel He's alright
See for yourself The lord won't mind
We're gonna move Right now
Turn like a wheel inside a wheel
I remember when
Sittin' in the tub
Pulled out the plug
The water was runnin' out
Cool down
Stop acting crazy
They're gonna leave
And we'll be on our own
Seven times five
They were living creatures
Watch 'em come to life
Right before your eyes
Backsliding!
How do you do?
These slippery people
Gonna see you through
Writer: CHRIS FRANTZ, CHRISTOPHER FRANTZ, DAVID BYRNE, JERRY HARRISON, TINA WEYMOUTH
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
I Get WildWild Gravity
Fooled around enough with numbers
Let's not be ourselves today
Is it my imagination
Is it just someone's face
Pleasantly out of proportion
It's hard to hold on to the ground
Now I didn't come to run and this is everything
And gravity lets you down
[Chorus:]
And I get wild wising up
I just can't let go
I get wild when I get ready
And I can hardly talk
Living lights special lights
Yellow turns to blue
And I get wild it's automatic
And I can hardly move
Go ahead and pull the curtains
Check to see if I'm still here
Let me lose my perspective
Something worth waiting for
Somewhere in South Carolina
And gravity don't mean a thing
And all around the world each and every one
Is playing with a heart of steel
And I get up climbing out
How did I get home?
I'll survive the situation
Somebody shut the door
Beautiful, beautiful
Climbing up the wall
I get by on automatic
No surprise at all
No one here can recognize you
Here is everything that you like
Feelings without explanations
Somethings are hard to describe
The sound of a cigarette burning
A place there where everything spins
And the sound inside your mind
Is playing all the time
Playing with a heart of steel
[Chorus]
And I get up, pushing up
How did I get home?
I'll survive the situation
Somebody shut the door
Shut the door, shut the door
Climbing up the wall
I get by on automatic
No surprise at all
[Chorus]
Let's not be ourselves today
Is it my imagination
Is it just someone's face
Pleasantly out of proportion
It's hard to hold on to the ground
Now I didn't come to run and this is everything
And gravity lets you down
[Chorus:]
And I get wild wising up
I just can't let go
I get wild when I get ready
And I can hardly talk
Living lights special lights
Yellow turns to blue
And I get wild it's automatic
And I can hardly move
Go ahead and pull the curtains
Check to see if I'm still here
Let me lose my perspective
Something worth waiting for
Somewhere in South Carolina
And gravity don't mean a thing
And all around the world each and every one
Is playing with a heart of steel
And I get up climbing out
How did I get home?
I'll survive the situation
Somebody shut the door
Beautiful, beautiful
Climbing up the wall
I get by on automatic
No surprise at all
No one here can recognize you
Here is everything that you like
Feelings without explanations
Somethings are hard to describe
The sound of a cigarette burning
A place there where everything spins
And the sound inside your mind
Is playing all the time
Playing with a heart of steel
[Chorus]
And I get up, pushing up
How did I get home?
I'll survive the situation
Somebody shut the door
Shut the door, shut the door
Climbing up the wall
I get by on automatic
No surprise at all
[Chorus]
Writer: CHRIS FRANTZ, CHRISTOPHER FRANTZ, DAVID BYRNE, JERRY HARRISON, TINA WEYMOUTH
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Swamp
Now lemme tell you a story
The devil he has a plan
A bag a' bones in his pocket
Got anything you want
No dust and no rocks
The whole thing is over
All these beauties in solid motion
All those beauties, gonna swallow you up
Hi hi hi hi hi,
One time too many
Too far to go
I- We come to take you home
And when they split those atoms
It's hotter than the sun
Blood is a special substance
They gonna pray for that man
So wake up young lovers
The whole thing is over
Watch but touch monkeys
All that blood, gonna swallow you whole
Hi hi hi hi hi
What's that? Who's driving?
Where we goin'? Who knows?
I- We come to take you home
How many people do you think I am
Pretend I am somebody else
You can pretend I'm and old millionaire
A millionaire washing his hands
Rattle the bones, dreams that stick out
A medical chart on the wall
Soft violence and hands touch your throat
Ev'ryone wants to explode
And when your hands get dirty
Nobody knows you at all
Don't have a window to slip out of
Lights on, nobody home
Click click- see ya later
Beta beta- no time to rest
Pika pika- risky business
All that blood, will never cover that mess.
Hi hi hi hi hi
So soft hard feelings
What's that, who's driving
No tricks lets go
I- We come to take you home
I- We come to take you home
Hi hi hi hi hi
etc.
The devil he has a plan
A bag a' bones in his pocket
Got anything you want
No dust and no rocks
The whole thing is over
All these beauties in solid motion
All those beauties, gonna swallow you up
Hi hi hi hi hi,
One time too many
Too far to go
I- We come to take you home
And when they split those atoms
It's hotter than the sun
Blood is a special substance
They gonna pray for that man
So wake up young lovers
The whole thing is over
Watch but touch monkeys
All that blood, gonna swallow you whole
Hi hi hi hi hi
What's that? Who's driving?
Where we goin'? Who knows?
I- We come to take you home
How many people do you think I am
Pretend I am somebody else
You can pretend I'm and old millionaire
A millionaire washing his hands
Rattle the bones, dreams that stick out
A medical chart on the wall
Soft violence and hands touch your throat
Ev'ryone wants to explode
And when your hands get dirty
Nobody knows you at all
Don't have a window to slip out of
Lights on, nobody home
Click click- see ya later
Beta beta- no time to rest
Pika pika- risky business
All that blood, will never cover that mess.
Hi hi hi hi hi
So soft hard feelings
What's that, who's driving
No tricks lets go
I- We come to take you home
I- We come to take you home
Hi hi hi hi hi
etc.
Writer: CHRIS FRANTZ, CHRISTOPHER FRANTZ, DAVID BYRNE, JERRY HARRISON, TINA WEYMOUTH
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Moon Rocks
Flying saucers, levitation
Yo! I could do that
Get ready, for heavy duty
Go one, give it a chance
I saw your hair start to curl
So get up, write it down
You better wait for a while
So take your hands out of your pockets
And get your face adjusted
I heard it, somebody lied
And I'm staring out the window
Gonna let this thing continue
In it's natural time
Roundheads squareheads
Get settled in
You can hear my belly rumble
There's a voice that starts to mumble
Woo! It's starting to sing
Protons, neutrons
I ate a rock from the moon
Got shicked once; shocked twice
Let's see, what it can do
Man in the moon, moon in the man
I got a rock in my throat
Upside, up side down
My tummy start to talk . . . (what it say?)
Gonna rock it 'till I shock it
Gonna kick it 'till I drop it
Woo! Love at first sight
You can kick it, You can poke it
Ooh, I think you broke it
What about that!
Skin from a snake, blood from a stone
You know, that ain't no lie
I got hundreds of expressions
Try to make a good impression
Woo! Right between the eyes
I don't mind - let me go
Sounds inside - I don't know
Let me be - why not stay
I feel numb - let me play
I got wild imagination
Talkin' transubstantiation
Any version will do
I got mass communication
I'm the human corporation
I ate a rock from the moon
Moon in the rock, rock in the moon
There's a moon in my throat
You might think I'm wasting time
You might laugh but not for long
Hey! I'm working it out . . . (work it out)
I don't mind - let me go
Sounds inside - I don't know
Let me be - why not stay
I feel numb - let me play
Yo! I could do that
Get ready, for heavy duty
Go one, give it a chance
I saw your hair start to curl
So get up, write it down
You better wait for a while
So take your hands out of your pockets
And get your face adjusted
I heard it, somebody lied
And I'm staring out the window
Gonna let this thing continue
In it's natural time
Roundheads squareheads
Get settled in
You can hear my belly rumble
There's a voice that starts to mumble
Woo! It's starting to sing
Protons, neutrons
I ate a rock from the moon
Got shicked once; shocked twice
Let's see, what it can do
Man in the moon, moon in the man
I got a rock in my throat
Upside, up side down
My tummy start to talk . . . (what it say?)
Gonna rock it 'till I shock it
Gonna kick it 'till I drop it
Woo! Love at first sight
You can kick it, You can poke it
Ooh, I think you broke it
What about that!
Skin from a snake, blood from a stone
You know, that ain't no lie
I got hundreds of expressions
Try to make a good impression
Woo! Right between the eyes
I don't mind - let me go
Sounds inside - I don't know
Let me be - why not stay
I feel numb - let me play
I got wild imagination
Talkin' transubstantiation
Any version will do
I got mass communication
I'm the human corporation
I ate a rock from the moon
Moon in the rock, rock in the moon
There's a moon in my throat
You might think I'm wasting time
You might laugh but not for long
Hey! I'm working it out . . . (work it out)
I don't mind - let me go
Sounds inside - I don't know
Let me be - why not stay
I feel numb - let me play
Writer: CHRIS FRANTZ, CHRISTOPHER FRANTZ, DAVID BYRNE, JERRY HARRISON, TINA WEYMOUTH
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Pull Up The Roots
Hello agaon
Yes indeed my friend
I can tell
Goin' get together again
I could be right
I could b ewrong
I feel nice when I sing this song
And I don't mind
Whatever happens is fine
Baby likes to keep on playing . . .
What do I know, what do I know?
Wilder than the place we live in . . .
I'll take you there, I'll take you there
I don't mind some slight disorder . . .
Pull up the roots pull up the roots
And I know ev'ry living creature . .
Pull up the roots, pull up the roots
And I know you
I understand what you do
Yes, indeed
I put the hat on my head
Come outa your mess
Bring yourself in
I feel nice when I start to sing
And I can see
Ev'ryone else is like me
Towns that dissapeared completely . . .
Pull up the roost, pull up the roots
Miles and miles of endless highway . . .
Pull up the roost, pull up the roots
Colored lights and shiney curtains . . .
I'll take you there, I'll take you there
Ev'rything has been forgiven . . .
Pull up the roost, pull up the roots
Well I have a good time . . . when I go out of my mind
And it's a wonderful place . . . and I can't wait to be there
And I hear beautiful sounds . . . coming outa the ground
Gonna take us a while . . . but we'll go hundreds of times
Baby likes to keep on playing . . .
What d'you know? what d'you I know?
Wilder than the place we live in . . .
I'll take you there, I'll take you there
And I don't mind some slight disorder . . .
Pull up the roots pull up the roots
And no more time for talkin' it over . . .
Pull up the roots, pull up the roots
Well I have a good time . . . when I go out of my mind
And it's a wonderful place . . . and I can't wait to be there
And I hear beautiful sounds . . . coming outa the ground
Someone musta been high . . . but I guess it's alright
Yes indeed my friend
I can tell
Goin' get together again
I could be right
I could b ewrong
I feel nice when I sing this song
And I don't mind
Whatever happens is fine
Baby likes to keep on playing . . .
What do I know, what do I know?
Wilder than the place we live in . . .
I'll take you there, I'll take you there
I don't mind some slight disorder . . .
Pull up the roots pull up the roots
And I know ev'ry living creature . .
Pull up the roots, pull up the roots
And I know you
I understand what you do
Yes, indeed
I put the hat on my head
Come outa your mess
Bring yourself in
I feel nice when I start to sing
And I can see
Ev'ryone else is like me
Towns that dissapeared completely . . .
Pull up the roost, pull up the roots
Miles and miles of endless highway . . .
Pull up the roost, pull up the roots
Colored lights and shiney curtains . . .
I'll take you there, I'll take you there
Ev'rything has been forgiven . . .
Pull up the roost, pull up the roots
Well I have a good time . . . when I go out of my mind
And it's a wonderful place . . . and I can't wait to be there
And I hear beautiful sounds . . . coming outa the ground
Gonna take us a while . . . but we'll go hundreds of times
Baby likes to keep on playing . . .
What d'you know? what d'you I know?
Wilder than the place we live in . . .
I'll take you there, I'll take you there
And I don't mind some slight disorder . . .
Pull up the roots pull up the roots
And no more time for talkin' it over . . .
Pull up the roots, pull up the roots
Well I have a good time . . . when I go out of my mind
And it's a wonderful place . . . and I can't wait to be there
And I hear beautiful sounds . . . coming outa the ground
Someone musta been high . . . but I guess it's alright
Writer: CHRIS FRANTZ, CHRISTOPHER FRANTZ, DAVID BYRNE, JERRY HARRISON, TINA WEYMOUTH
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
This Must Be The Place (Naive Melody)
Home is where I want to be
Pick me up and turn me around
I feel numb, born with a weak heart
I guess I must be having fun
The less we say about it the better
Make it up as we go along
Feet on the ground, head in the sky
It's okay, I know nothing's wrong, nothing
Oh, I have plenty of time
Oh, you got light in your eyes
And you're standing here beside me
I love the passing of time
Never for money, always for love
Cover up and say goodnight, say goodnight
Home, is where I want to be
But I guess I'm already there
I come home, she lifted up her wings
I guess that this must be the place
I can't tell one from the other
Did I find you, or you find me?
There was a time before we were born
If someone asks, this is where I'll be, where I'll be
Oh, we drift in and out
Oh, sing into my mouth
Out of all those kinds of people
You got a face with a view
I'm just an animal looking for a home and
Share the same space for a minute or two
And you love me 'til my heart stops
Love me 'til I'm dead
Eyes that light up
Eyes look through you
Cover up the blank spots
Hit me on the head I got, ooh
Pick me up and turn me around
I feel numb, born with a weak heart
I guess I must be having fun
The less we say about it the better
Make it up as we go along
Feet on the ground, head in the sky
It's okay, I know nothing's wrong, nothing
Oh, I have plenty of time
Oh, you got light in your eyes
And you're standing here beside me
I love the passing of time
Never for money, always for love
Cover up and say goodnight, say goodnight
Home, is where I want to be
But I guess I'm already there
I come home, she lifted up her wings
I guess that this must be the place
I can't tell one from the other
Did I find you, or you find me?
There was a time before we were born
If someone asks, this is where I'll be, where I'll be
Oh, we drift in and out
Oh, sing into my mouth
Out of all those kinds of people
You got a face with a view
I'm just an animal looking for a home and
Share the same space for a minute or two
And you love me 'til my heart stops
Love me 'til I'm dead
Eyes that light up
Eyes look through you
Cover up the blank spots
Hit me on the head I got, ooh
Writer: Chris Frantz, Jerry Harrison, Tina Weymouth, David Byrne
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Speaking in Tongues is the fifth studio album by the American rock band Talking Heads, released on June 1, 1983, by Sire Records. After their split with producer Brian Eno and a short hiatus, which allowed the individual members to pursue side projects, recording began in 1982. It became the band's commercial breakthrough and produced the band's sole US top-ten hit, "Burning Down the House", which reached No. 9 in the Billboard Chart.
The album's tour was documented in the 1984 Jonathan Demme-directed film Stop Making Sense, which generated a live album of the same name. The album also crossed over to the dance charts, where it peaked at number two for six weeks. It is the group's highest-charting album on the US Billboard 200, peaking at number 15. It was also their biggest-selling album in Canada, where it was certified platinum in 1983.
Performed By:
Talking HeadsThe album's tour was documented in the 1984 Jonathan Demme-directed film Stop Making Sense, which generated a live album of the same name. The album also crossed over to the dance charts, where it peaked at number two for six weeks. It is the group's highest-charting album on the US Billboard 200, peaking at number 15. It was also their biggest-selling album in Canada, where it was certified platinum in 1983.
Genre(s): New wavefunk, art rock, funk-rock
Producer(s): Talking Heads
Length: 46:56
Released: June 1st, 1983
Year: 1983