(Georges Bizet) [From "Les Pecheurs De Perles"] Au fond du temple saint Pare de fleurs et d'or, Une femme apparait! Je crois la voir encore! Une femme
(David Byrne) The Western lands Day turns to Night Immaterial play of light It's very nice out here Poked my hand in a hornet's nest They flew out
(David Byrne) Picture this Bumping lips Everyone talks Do a dialogue box They shake and bake Make a cranky face They got rocks in the head Got rocks
(David Byrne) Somewhere between the darkness and light Faces all glow but its not too bright Civilization, its all about knives and forks Isn't she
(David Byrne) I'm glad I've got skin, I'm glad I've got eyes I'm glad I got hips, I'm glad I've got thighs I'm glad I'm allowed to say the things I
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
(David Byrne) Now I'm wakin' at the crack of dawn to send a little money home from here to the moon is risin' like a discotheque and now my bags are
(David Byrne) A distant car, a quiet night Like starin' at the ceiling My sleepy eyes, you smell so nice It's such a funny feeling Got no idea, what
(David Byrne) She might dance all night In a topless bar Fool around, go too far But I don't mind You see things are not what they appear 'Cause she
(Donald Charles Book and Kurt Wagner) To whom can I speak today The brothers they are equal But the old friends of today They have become unlovable
(David Byrne) I don't have any more problems All of my worries are gone Beautiful angels appear at my side And corporate sponsors will act as my guide
(David Byrne) 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
(Giuseppe Verdi) [From "La Traviata"] Un di, felice, eterea, Mi balenaste innante, E da quel di tremante Vissi d'ignoto amor. Di quell'amor ch'e palpito
(David Byrne) I don't have any philosophy Why do I know what I know? I see the world in a coffee cup And when I drink it down there I go We have our
In national elections In songs raised on high With stirring emotions As tears fill your eyes In democratic fever For national defense I am a mountain