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