LYRICS

DB song titles in bold with lyrics.

1. Prison

2. Home

The dimming of the light makes the picture clearer
It's just an old photograph
There's nothing to hide
when the world was just beginning

I memorized a face so it's not forgotten
I hear the wind whistlin'
Come back anytime
And we'll mix our lives together
Heaven knows- what keeps mankind alive
Ev'ry hand- goes searching for its partner
In crime- under chairs and behind tables
Connecting- to places we have known

(I'm looking for a)
Home- where the wheels are turning
Home- why I keep returning
Home- where my world is breaking in two

Home- with the neighbors fighting
Home- always so exciting
Home- were my parents telling the truth?

Home- such a funny feeling
Home- no-one ever speaking
Home- with our bodies touching
Home- and the cam'ras watching
Home- will infect what ever you do
We're Home- comes to life from outa the blue

Tiny little boats on a beach at sunset
I took a drink from a jar
& into my head
familiar smells and flavors

Vehicles are stuck on the plains of heaven
I see their wheels spinning round
& ev'rywhere
I can hear those people saying

That the eye- is the measure of the man
You can fly- from the stuff that still surrounds you
We're home- and the band keeps marchin' on
Connecting- to ev'ry living soul
Compassion- for things I'll never know

3. Life Is Long

Ev'rybody says that the living is easy
I can barely see ‘cause my head's in the way
Tigers walk behind me-
they are to remind me that
I'm lost- but I'm not afraid

Soul to soul- A kiss and a sigh
Sawed in half- by the passage of time
Halfway home- from a window you see
Chains and bars- but I am still free

People on the outside-
I remember sweet times
This old rose- is always in bloom
Ev'ryone is happy- to be a baby daddy
Stone love- with nothing to lose

Life is long- if you give it way
So stay, don't go- ‘cause I'm fading away
Soul to soul- between you and me
Chain me down- but I am still free

Now I can say- those three little words
And ev'ry day- I'm dreaming a world
Soul to soul- a kiss and a sigh
Holding back- the waters outside.

Life is long- if you give it way
So stay, don't go- ‘cause I'm fading away
Soul to soul- between you and me
Chain me down- but I am still free

4. Sleeping Up

Instrumental

5. Strange Overtones

I wake up ev'ry morning
I hear your feet on the stairs
You're in the next apartment
I hear you singing over there-

This groove is out of fashion
These beats are 20 years old
I saw you lend a hand to
The one's out standing in the cold--

Strange Overtones
In the music you are playing
I'll harmonize
It is strong and you are tough
But a heart is not enough-

Put on your socks and mittens
It's getting colder tonight
A snowball in my kitchen
I watched it melt before my eyes-

Your song still needs a chorus
I know you'll figure it out
The rising of the verses
A change of key will let you out-

Strange overtones
Though they're slightly out of fashion
I'll harmonize
I see the music in your face
That your words cannot explain

Strange Overtones
In the music you are playing
We're not alone
It is strong and you are tough
But a heart is not enough-

6. Money

7. My Big Nurse

When the lake's on fire
With all the world's desires
When he shakes the stars above
When we lose the ones we love

When the seasons lose their grip
When the tightrope walker slips

I'm counting all the possibilities

When the past becomes the now
When the lost becomes the found
When we fall in love with war
When the angel fucks the whore

When the road we travel on
Takes us back where we came from

I'm counting all the possibilities
For dancing on this lazy afternoon

In the comfort of the world
In the arms of my big nurse
From the science of the heart
To each animal and plant

Compact, relaxed- intact, give thanks

I'm counting all the possibilities
For dancing on this lazy afternoon

8. Helicopter Reveal

9. Tiny Apocalypse

Raise up, shake them lazy bones
Read the T-shirt but still don't understand
Comin' home with a little apocalypse
It comes, now do you have time for this?

A 3-tone carpet and a Jackie Chan spear
Lookin' at a hairdo and a belly full of beer
Well I ain't no poet, ain't got no rhyme
Well I got me a car and I don't know how to drive

In the event of a pressure loss
All our lines are busy now
I will be laughing out loud anyhow

Everyday, a little apocalypse
Lay down, lay down next to this
Lookin' at the body well I don't even know his name
Call me in this morning was a friend of mine

Well the wind so strong, it's blown us all around
Wind so strong, nobody settle down
Ev'ryday another apocalypse
Had a TV but I don't know how deep it is

Please read the print advisory
Would you like to go ahead?
Dancin' wherever she goes tippytoes

Rhetorical
Memorial
Invisible
Incredible
Unstoppable
Emotional
Illogical
Sensational

Little sister gotta take her medicine
Baby brother, gonna do it all again
Runnin' fast but cannot catch the bus
Funny feelin', this is part of us

And you must take your medicine
Getting better everyday
Good for a limited time feelin' fine

We will return your things to you
When it's time for you to leave
So quiet nobody knows tippytoes

10. Lazy

I'm Lazy when I'm loving
I'm Lazy when I play
I'm lazy with my girlfriend, a thousand times a day
I'm lazy when I'm speakin
I'm lazy when I walk
I'm lazy when I'm dancin
I'm lazy when I talk

Open up my mouth
Air comes rushin out
Nothin doin nada never how you like me now?
Wouldn't it be mad, wouldn't it be fine
Lazy lucky lady dancin lovin all the time

Ohh , I'm wicked and I'm lazy
Ohh, Don't you want to save me?

I'm lazy, lazy, lazy, lazy

There's some folks they got money &
Some folks life is sweet
Some folks make decisions &
Some folks clean the street

Now, Imagine what it feels like
Imagine how it sounds
Imagine life is perfect and every thing works out

No tears are falling from my eyes
I'm keepin all the pain inside
Now don't you want to live with me?
I'm lazy as a man can be

Ohh , I'm wicked and I'm lazy
Ohh, Don't you want to save me

I'm lazy, lazy, lazy, lazy

Imagine there's a girlfriend
Imagine there's a job
Imagine there's an answer
Imagine there's a God
Imagine I'm a Devil
Imagine I'm a Saint
Lazy money, lazy sexy, lazy outa space

No tears are falling from my eyes
I'm keepin all the pain inside
Now don't you want to live with me?
I'm lazy as a man can be

Ohh , I'm wicked and I'm lazy
Ohh, Don't you want to save me

Lazy when I work
Lazy all the day
Screamin all you like but it only fades away
I'm lazy when I'm prayin
Lazy on the job
Gota lazy mind, a lazy eye, a lazy lazy bod

Hard men, Hard Lives, Hard keepin it all inside
Good times, Good God, I'm so Lazy I almost stop

Ohh , I'm wicked and I'm lazy
Ohh, Don't you want to save me

I'm lazy, lazy, lazy, lazy

Ohh , I'm wicked and I'm lazy
Ohh, Don't you want to save me​

11. I Feel My Stuff

I think I waited too long
I'm moving into the dollhouse
Some days we exercise
Some days we harmonize
Look away, look away, look away- oh yeah

Emily said she'd suddenly waken
Look at that guy with the government coupon
Yoo hoo, yoo hoo, gonna get you
Japanese chairs in somebody's concert
Telephone bills on the company paycheck
Who knew? Who knew? I do

Emily lost her mobile phone
Last night's dance on a bumpy road
I won't go out in the cold
Lebanese Chinese in my school
Imagine who can make you cool
Who's gonna pay for this call?

The cheapest dog, the hottest sun, the fiercest cat & the meanest gun
You got to hold the peelings in your hands, baby
It's a safety belt, it's a Christian crime, a rocket ship, it's a joke of mine
I took away the day that I'd be gone- shoot!

Lebanese take their sailors home
The broken stuff in the outer wall
I'm sticking out in the road
Memorize toilets, Chang Mai School
I like my song but I lost my cool
I need my laser, don't move

Put him in the ground where the Duchess grows
Where the word is true and the girls are strong
Gonna stuff it, step it, pick it, going bye
Take another life of a wretched soul
When they get too high where the bushes grow
& They rope it, squeeze it, push it side to side

The chicken shack, the rising sun,
the written word in a foreign tongue
You got to hold it all before it drops, baby
It's a little bit, it's a lot inside,
it's a bigger thing than YOU can hide
I took away the parts that need controlling

Hooligans jump in the budget sign
In the tropic zone, where the fix is fine
Gonna chase it, place it, face it with my eye
Stinky little bird in a dirty tree
Gonna figure out it's your lucky day
If ya smell it, sell it, tell it to my ear

Lowered in the ground where the Duchess grows
Where the word is true and the girls are strong
Gonna stuff it, step it, pick it, going bye
Take another life of a wretched soul
If they get too high where the bushes grow
& They rope it, squeeze it, push it side to side

(I'm sayin') I feel my stuff
I get enough
I come back to be stronger
I feel my stuff
I changed my luck
I come back to be stronger

12. This Must Be The Place (Naive Melody)

Home is where I want to be
Pick me up and turn me around
I feel numb, burn with a weak heart
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

I got plenty of time
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
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

We drift in and out
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 till my heart stops
Love me till I'm dead

Eyes that light up
Eyes look through you
Cover up the blank spots
Hit me on the head

CREDITS

DB:

HOME
Performed and Written by DB & Brian Eno
Produced by BE & DB

LIFE IS LONG
Performed and Written by DB & BE
Produced by BE & DB

SLEEPING UP
Performed and Written by DB
Produced by DB

STRANGE OVERTONES
Performed by DB & BE
Written by DB, BE & Leo Abrahams
Produced by BE & DB

MY BIG NURSE
Performed and Written by DB & BE
Produced by BE & DB

TINY APOCALYPSE
Performed and Written by DB
Produced by DB & Patrick Dillett

LAZY
Written by DB and Darren House, Darren Kevin Rock & Ashley Hallam Beedle
Performed by DB & XPRESS2
Produced by DB & PD

I FEEL MY STUFF
Performed and Written by DB & BE
Produced by BE & DB

THIS MUST BE THE PLACE (NAÏVE MELODY)
Performed by Talking Heads
Written by DB, Tina Weymouth, Jerry Harrison & Chris Frantz
Produced by Talking Heads

CRAIG ARMSTRONG:

Orchestration and Arrangements by Craig Armstrong & Matt Dunkley
Music Preparation by JoAnn Kane Music Service
Orchestra Contracted by Gina Zimmitti
Conducted by Pete Anthony
Additional Arrangements by TJ Lindgren
Recorded and Mixed by Brad Haehnel
Digital Recordist: Noah Snyder
Recordist: Tim Lauber
Engineer: Denis St. Amand
Stage Managers: Tom Steel and Greg Dennen
Recorded and Mixed at The Newman Stage, Twentieth Century Fox
Additional Recording at The Village Recorder
Additional Engineering by David Donaldson
Music Assistant: Adam Barber
Assistant to CA: Emma Ford
Music Coordinator: Geneiveve Thomas Colvin
Guitar by George Doering
Piano by Randy Kerber
Original Film Score Published by T C F Music Publishing, Inc. (ASCAP)

HOLLYWOOD STUDIO SYMPHONY:

VIOLINS:
Bruce Dukov (Concertmaster)
Roger Wilkie, Belinda Broughton, Natalie Leggett, Sara Parkins, Alyssa Park, Sid Page, Marc Sazer, Julie Rogers, Neel Hammond, Alan Grunfeld, Tiffany Yi Hu, Jennie Levin, Kevin Connolly, Roberto Cani, Joel Derouin, Darius Campo, Phil Levy, Josefina Vergara, Liane Mautner, Yelena Yegorian, Carol Pool, Eric Hosler
VIOLAS:
Brian Dembow, Kate Reddish, Thomas Diener, Matt Funes, Andrew Duckles, Robert Brophy, Keith Greene
CELLI:
Steve Erdody, Tony Cooke, Tim Landauer, Cecilia Tsan, Armen Ksajikian, Kim Scholes, Paul Cohen, Jen Kuhn, Victor Lawrence
BASSES:
Ed Meares, Bruce Morgenthaler, Chris Kollgaard, Drew Dembowski
OBOE:
Tom Boyd
FRENCH HORNS:
Mark Adams, Phil Yao

EXECUTIVE:

Executive Album Producer: Budd Carr
Executive in Charge of Music for Twentieth Century Fox: Robert Kraft
Music Supervised for Twentieth Century Fox by Danielle Diego
Business Affairs for Twentieth Century Fox: Tom Cavanaugh
Music Clearance: Ellen Ginsburg
Music Production Coordinator: Rebecca Morellato
Soundtrack Music Production Coordinator: Frank Hendler
Artist Management by David Whitehead at Maine Road
Graphic Design by Frank Olinsky

Motion Picture Artwork, Photos and Fox Trademarks and Logos TM and (c) 2010 Twentieth Century Fox Film Corporation. (c) & (p) 2010 Todo Mundo, Ltd. All Rights Reserved.

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