LYRICS

1. I Dance Like This

In another dimension

Like the clothes that you wear

A mighty mighty battle

Sprouting illegal hair

A fitness consultant

In the negative zone

Wandering the city

Looking for a home

I dance like this

Because it feels so damn good

If I could dance better

Well, you know that I would

How the rumor got started

One can only guess

And the truth don’t mean nothing

If you ain’t got the cash

A credit card mommy

An invisible dad

Career opportunities

That you never had

We dance like this

Because it feels so damned good

If we could dance better

Well, you know that we would

I’m working on my dancing

This is the best I can do

I’m tentatively shaking

You don’t have to look

Can’t say I’m sorry

I can’t say I’m ashamed

Can’t think of tomorrow

When it seems so far away

We dance like this

Because it feels so damned good

If we could dance better

Well, you know that we would

We dance like this

Because it feels so damned good

If we could dance better

Well, you know that we would

2. Gasoline And Dirty Sheets

Someone in a dangerous place

Someone got lost somewhere

Many people are locked outside

Many people lost out there

Many people they can’t get in

Many people they pay no mind

Many people they leave this place

And many people afraid of time

This man he could be king

This woman, she’s royalty

This woman she is brave and strong

She’s got no name—but she  is family

Gasoline and dirty sheets

Politics and a painted face

She says that freedom costs too much

She says the mind is not a place

The situation drags me down

They form a country in my house

On the stage and in the street

I will be a human being

I will come down off the stage

The marketplace and the shopping mall

Into  the house—the rooms of war

Look at me now and recall

[Instrumental]

Vacuum packed don’t rock my world

And the money back guarantee don’t make my day

No feeling of security

They say the answer’s one click away

Gasoline and dirty sheets

Politics and a painted face

She says that freedom costs too much

She says the mind is not a place

Gasoline and dirty sheets

Politics and a painted face

She says that freedom costs too much

She says the mind is not a place

3. Every Day Is A Miracle

The rose is pruned to a perfect shape

Perfect for whom, I wonder?

The chicken thinks in mysterious ways

But beauty is not what we’re after

Now the chicken imagines a heaven

Full of roosters and plenty of corn

And God is a very old rooster

And eggs are like Jesus, his son

Ev’ry day is a miracle

Ev’ry day is an unpaid bill

You’ve got to sing for your supper

Love one another

A cockroach might eat Mona Lisa

The Pope don’t mean shit to a dog

And elephants don’t read newspapers

And the kiss of a chicken is hot

The brain of a chicken

And the dick of a donkey

A pig in a blanket

And that’s why you want me

What does it feel like

To be your tongue–moving around in your mouth?

To be a flea in the forest of your love?

A cockroach in the cosmos of your house?

Ev’ry day is a miracle

Ev’ry day is an unpaid bill

You’ve got to sing for your supper

Love one another

I’m a blonde a brunette and a redhead

I thought up the birds and the bees

My software is famous all over

My money is growing on trees

The mind is a soft boiled potato

A jewel in a chocolate shell

I staple my love to your heart dear

With memories of beautiful smells

Ev’ry day  is a miracle

Ev’ry day  is an unpaid bill

You’ve got to sing for your supper

Love one another

Ev’ry day is a miracle

Ev’ry day is an unpaid bill

You’ve got to sing for your supper

Love one another

4. Dog's Mind

The judge was all hung over

When the president took the stand

So he didn’t really notice

When things got out of hand

Then the press boys thank the president

And he tells them what to say

There’s a photo opportunity

And then they’re sent away

To a place where nothing matters

Where the wheels of progress turn

Where reality is fiction

But the dogs show no concern

Now the clerks look out the windows

At those dogs down in the park

Every window holds a staring face

Every desk stands piled with work

Now a dog cannot imagine

What it is to drive a car

And we, in turn, are limited

By what it is we are

We are dogs in our own paradise

In a theme park all our own

Doggie dancers doing duty

Doggie dreaming all day long

Dreaming all day long

Happy all day long

Dreaming all day long

In a paradise of our own

We are dogs in our own paradise

In a theme park all our own

Doggie dancers doing duty

Doggie dreaming all day long

5. This Is That

When the song comes on—when I hear them say

Ev’rything stops—ev’rything change

It’s nothing special—now it’s nothing profound

But something about the way it sounds

When the melody ends

And the rhythm kicks in

It knows where I’m at

And it knows where I’ve been

That when I call you up

That’s when my river overflows

That’s when I use my cash card

That when I think of who you are

That’s when there’s a knock at the door

And that’s what we’re doin it for (well)

That’s when I got your message

That’s when I sing this song (now)

That’s when he says it’s over

That’s when my life is in your hands now

That when I call you up

That’s when my river overflows

That’s when I use my cash card

That when I think of who you are

This is when—This is now

This is that —This is how

This is what—This is then

This is where—This is when

This is when—This is now

This is that —This is how

This is what—This is then

This is where—This is when

6. It's Not Dark Up Here

There’s nothing funny ‘bout making money

Well it wouldn’t work if it was

There’s nothin’ funny ‘bout  goin’ to heaven

And there’s nothin’ funny ‘bout love

Hey!—It’s not dark up here!

Hey!—It’s not very far

Hey—It’s cool in my house

Hey—It’s loud in my car

It costs money if you want to party

It costs money if you wanna look

The Baptist Church is a high school

My hairdresser she gives me the news

Hey!—It’s not dark up here!

Hey!—It’s not very far

Hey—It’s cool in my house

Hey—It’s loud in my car

There’s only one way to read a book

And there’s only one way to watch TV

Well there’s only one way smell a flower

But there’s millions of ways to be free

Does winter follow spring?

Like night follows day?

Must a question have answer?

Can’t there be another way?

Would you like to talk about it?

Would you like to pull my hair?

Plants have roots, but I don’t know

If they’re deep enough to make me stay

Does winter follow spring?

Like night follows day?

Must a question have answer?

Can’t there be another way?

Hey!—It’s not dark up here!

Hey!—It’s not very far

Hey—It’s cool in my house

Hey—It’s loud in my car

Hey

7. Bullet

The bullet went into him

His skin did part in two

Skin that women had touched

The bullet passed on through

The bullet went into him

It went it’s merry way

Like an old gray dog

On a fox’s trail

The bullet went into him

His stomach filled with food

Many fine meals he’d tasted there

But the bullet passed on through

The bullet went into him

It went it’s merry way

Like an old gray dog

On a fox’s trail

The bullet went into him

Through his heart with thoughts of you

Where your kisses he inhaled

The lies and the truth

The bullet went into him

Travelled up into his head

Through thoughts of love and hate

The living and the dead

The bullet went into him

It went it’s merry way

Like an old gray dog

On a fox’s trail

8. Doing The Right Thing

I’m always—I’m always doin’ the right thing—that’s right

I’m always—I’m always doin’ the right thing—help me now

What am I supposed to do with this?

What am I supposed to know about this?

What am I supposed to have in my hands?

What is written on that paper you have?

Now I’m—I’m always doin’ the right thing

I----- I’m doin’ the right thing (help me now)

What am I not supposed to do now?

What’s that—and is it my business?

What exactly—exactly did you tell me?

What’s good—does that mean it’s right?

I’m—I’m always doin’ the right thing

I----- I’m doin’ the right thing (help me now)

She and I visit the tourist shrines

We are proud of our automobile

She picks out some arts and crafts

I’m deep into the local cuisine

Let me show you my latest CD

Let me take you to the restaurant

Let me drive you to my country house

I hope you appreciate fine works of art

Now I’m—I’m always doin’ the right thing

I----- I’m doin’ the right thing (help me now)

[Instrumental]

Now—I’m not alone—and we’re all the same

And the world won’t end—it will just change it’s name

Now gimme the bat—gimme the ball

This is my job—let’s get involved

Gimme the phone—gimme the sign

Gimme good luck—what’s yours is mine

Now I’m—I’m always doin’ the right thing

I----- I’m doin’ the right thing

I’m—I’m always doin’ the right thing

I----- I’m doin’ the right thing

I’m—I’m always doin’ the right thing

I’m doin’ the right thing

9. Everybody's Coming to My House

I wish I was a camera

I wish I was a postcard

I welcome you to my house

You didn’t have to go far

A house and a garden

There are plants and trees

Make a closer inspection

If you get —get down on your knees

Now ev’rybody’s comin to my house

And I’m never gonna  be alone

And ev’rybody’s comin’ to my house

And they’re never gonna go back home

I’m pointing and describing

And I can be your guide

The skin is just a roadmap

The view is very nice

Imagine looking at a picture

Imagine driving in a car

Imagine rolling down the window

Imagine opening the door

Ev’rybody’s  comin’ to my house

Ev’rybody’s  comin’ to my house

I’m never gonna be alone

And they’re never gonna go back home

We’re only tourists in this life

Only tourists but the view is nice

And we’re never gonna go back home

No we’re never gonna go back home (all right)

We’re only tourists in this life

Only tourists but the view is nice

Now ev’rybody’s comin to my house

And I’m never gonna be alone

And ev’rybody’s comin’ to my house

And they’re never gonna go back home

Ev’rybody’s comin’ to my house

Ev’rybody’s comin’ to my house

I’m never gonna be alone

And I’m never gonna go back home

10. Here

Here is a region—of abundant detail

Here is a region—that is seldom used

Here is a section—that continues living

Even when the other sections are removed

Put your hand out of your pocket

Wipe the sweat off of your brow

Now it feels like a bad connection

No more information now

As it passes through your neurons

Like a whisper in the dark

Raise your eyes to one who loves you

It is safe right where you are

Here is an area—of great confusion

Here is a section—that’s extremely precise

And here is an area—that needs attention

Here’s the connection—with the opposite side

Here too many sounds for your brain to comprehend

Here the sound gets organized—into things that make some sense

Here is something we call elucidation

Is it the truth? Or merely a description?

Here

Here

Here

Here

CREDITS

American Utopia

Produced by David Byrne, Rodaidh McDonald & Patrick Dillett

Based on original tracks by Brian Eno

Mixed and additional programming by David Wrench for Solar Management Ltd.

Mix Engineers Marta Salogni, Jack Sugden and Tuck Nelson

Mastered by Greg Calbi at Sterling Sound

Engineered by Alex Epton, Matt Cohn and Patrick Dillett

Recorded at:

DB Spare Bedroom, NYC

Reservoir Studios, NYC

Oscilloscope Studios, NYC

XL Studio, NYC

Livingston Studio 1, London

Crowdspacer Studio, NYC

Production Management for Todomundo by LeeAnn Rossi

I Dance Like This

Written by David Byrne and Brian Eno

Thomas Bartlett - piano, Mellotron

Rodaidh McDonald - additional keys, verse percussion

Brian Eno - drum programming, vocoder, background vocals, prog ride tracks

David Byrne - guitar, vox, keys

Joey Waronker - tom, snare

Gasoline And Dirty Sheets

Written by David Byrne and Brian Eno

Jack Peñate - backing vocals, keys, textures

Happa - drum programming

Jamie Edwards - sitar samples

Nathan Jenkins - harmonica solo and voices

Jaakko Savolainen - guitar, bass, synth

David Byrne - guitar, vox, keys

Isaiah Barr - sax

Rodaidh McDonald - arrangement, additional keys, drum programming

Alex Epton - choir programming, drum programming

Thomas Bartlett - Mellotron

Every Day Is A Miracle

Written by David Byrne and Brian Eno

Jack Peñate - drums, keys, bass, shaker

Jaakko Savolainen - keys

Magnus Bang Olsen - piano

Ben Anderson - cymbal

Happa - electronics, drums

Jam City - synth stabs, guitar, drums

David Byrne - guitar, vox

Alex Epton - synth stabs

Ben Reed - live bass

Rodaidh McDonald - drum programming, keys, arrangement

Koreless - drums

Dog's Mind

Written by David Byrne and Brian Eno

Daniel Lopatin - keys, drums, synths, bass

Rodaidh McDonald - drum programming and arrangements

David Byrne - vox

This Is That

Written by David Byrne and Daniel Lopatin

Produced by Daniel Lopatin, additional production by Rodaidh McDonald

Daniel Lopatin - keys and drums

Gabriel Schuman - additional engineering

Rodaidh McDonald- drum programming and arrangements

David Byrne - vox

Joe Williams - harp

It's Not Dark Up Here

Written by David Byrne and Brian Eno

David Byrne - guitar, vox

Brian Eno - keys, percussion, vox fx, celeste, whistling and brass

Rodaidh McDonald - additional keys, bells, drum programming

Alex Epton - drum programming

Ariel Rechtshaid – flexatone

Mauro Refosco – wood percussion

Bullet

Written by David Byrne and Brian Eno

Airhead - drums

Jack Peñate - keyboards, backing vocals

Rodaidh McDonald - strings, drum programming

Alex Epton - bass

David Byrne - guitar, keys, vox

Thomas Bartlett - Mellotron

Mauro Refosco - talking drums, bongos

Doing The Right Thing

Written by David Byrne and Brian Eno

Daniel Lopatin - keys, strings, processing and textures

Brian Eno - keys and drums

MMPH - main orchestral arrangement / sounds

Rodaidh McDonald - additional keys, drum and percussion programming

Alex Epton - cymbals, drum programming

David Byrne - guitar, vox

Mauro Refosco - percussion

Brian Wolfe - drums

Everybody's Coming To My House

Written by David Byrne and Brian Eno

Isaiah Barr - sax

Thomas Bartlett - Mellotron

Brian Eno - percussion, robot rhythm guitar

Ben Reed - live bass

David Byrne - guitar, pads, keys, vox

Happa - drum programming, synth solo

Daniel Lopatin - processing and textures

Ethan P Flynn - middle 8 section synths

Rodaidh McDonald - additional keys, drum programming

Sampha - piano

Alex Epton - shaker

Mauro Refosco - percussion

Here

Written by David Byrne and Daniel Lopatin

Produced by Daniel Lopatin, additional production by Rodaidh McDonald

Daniel Lopatin - keys and drums

Rodaidh McDonald - arrangements

David Byrne - guitar, vox

Thanks for all his A&R and other help: Mattis With

Thanks:

Steph Smith at Todomundo, David Whitehead, Brian Hultgren, Lia Sweet, Nan Lanigan, and Ilene Bashinsky at RZO, Mala Gaonkar, Karen Wong, Justin Craig, Kris Chen, David Bither, and Karina Beznicki at Nonesuch, Eric Welles-Nyström, and Joakim Bouaziz

David Byrne is published by Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

Brian Eno is published by Opal Limited, currently administered by Bucks Music Group Limited

Daniel Lopatin is published by Warp Music Limited

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