Remain In Light Talking Heads Rar

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Talking Heads - Remain in Light (1980) If there's one thing David Byrne's recent outing as long-form non-fiction writer, How Music Works (looks at the societal, cultural, and business aspects of the creative process; written for the layman and, though I'm only about halfway through, highly recommended), accomplishes, it's a startling good. Talking Heads – Naked (1988/2011). It’s closest in spirit to Remain in Light — arguably too close: The first side is a collection of funky, syncopated.

TALKING HEADS, Remain in Light (Sire, 1980)

CORE BAND: David Byrne, Jerry Harrison, Tina Weymouth, Chris Frantz

INSTRUMENTATION: LEAD VOCALS by David Byrne; GUITARS by Jerry Harrison, David Byrne and Adrian Belew; BASSES by Tina Weymouth, Jerry Harrison, David Byrne, and Brian Eno; KEYBOARDS by Chris Frantz, Tina Weymouth, David Byrne, Brian Eno, and Jerry Harrison; DRUM KIT by Chris Frantz; PERCUSSION by Jose Rossy, David Byrne, Brian Eno, Chris Frantz, Jerry Harrison, Tina Weymouth, and Robert Palmer; ADDITIONAL VOICES by David Byrne, Brian Eno, Nona Hendryx; TRUMPETS AND HORN ARRANGEMENTS by Jon Hassell

TRACK LISTING:

  1. Born Under Punches
  2. Crosseyed and Painless
  3. The Great Curve
  4. Once in a Lifetime
  5. Houses in Motion
  6. Seen and Not Seen
  7. Listening Wind
  8. The Overload
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Every now and then, I get a hankering for an artist or band from years past, and that band’s music is all I want to hear for the next several days. It usually happens with R.E.M., Yes, Radiohead, and Peter Gabriel. And it really kicks in when I get the urge to hear Talking Heads.

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Like many other bands in my world, I cannot say exactly when Talking Heads came into my musical orbit. To my mind, they’ve always been there. I suppose they may have gotten their hooks into me via MTV in the early 80’s, when the maverick cable channel actually played music videos. It seems impossible to believe that nearly two entire generations of music fans have no concept of this. But it’s true: MTV meant “MUSIC television,” and the Talking Heads played a key role in the rotation.

Naturally, this O.C.D. band period leads me to certain albums within the band’s catalog. I’ve always enjoyed Fear of Music, I Zimbra, Speaking in Tongues, and More Songs About Buildings and Food. And I think Stop Making Sense is one of my favorite live albums of all time. But if I’m playing Talking Heads, it is all but guaranteed that Remain in Light will be getting considerable airplay.

There can be no doubting the immense popularity of Remain in Light, which was originally released in 1980 (a year before MTV came on the air, leaving plenty of time to create videos). And since radio was my guide to just about everything music at the time, this no doubt had an effect on me. But what made this album stick in the forefront of my mind was its sheer musical brilliance. Never has an album with such a relatively simple initial concept created so many delightful ear worms, worthy of multiple plays that never get old!

After bursting onto the college radio scene in the late 70’s, Talking Heads made a steady rise into the musical mainstream. What I didn’t know until many years later was that the band was on the verge of falling apart before Remain in Light was ready to be recorded. Apparently, lead vocalist David Byrne had become a bit “much” for bassist Tina Weymouth and drummer Chris Frantz, who had become more interested in making their own record with their own band, since Talking Heads were being viewed as Bryne and his three supporting players. (They did shortly after, with TomTom Club, whose “Genius of Love” not only became a hit in its own right, but served as the basis for a Mariah Carey mega-hit called “Fantasy.”) Even producer Brian Eno was growing weary of the band and its drama. But they managed to pull it together long enough to make their way Compass Point Studios in Nassau, The Bahamas.

Once there, Eno suggested an interesting approach. Rather than stick with the “art rock” approach that had gotten the band to this point, Talking Heads drew on influence of Nigerian musician Fela Kuti, whose use of funk and polyrhythms led the band to create a series of single-chord jams Byrne could groove with and write almost rap-oriented lyrics to.

In addition to layers of additional percussion that gave the music more of a “world” feel, the band also brought in session aces in vocalist Nona Hendryx, trumpeter Jon Hassell, and guitarist Adrian Belew. (Note: my well-known love of Adrian Belew — long declared my musical idol — had nothing to do with my love for this album. In fact, I didn’t even know who he was! I wouldn’t become truly conscious of Adrian until 1985, three or four years after I heard Remain in Light for the first time.) The grooves they created as a unit were nothing short of a revelation.

As much as I appreciated the sound and songs on Remain in Light, I didn’t fully realize its true genius until I started playing guitar myself. Eager to improve my rhythm playing — and knowing I wouldn’t have to concern myself with a bunch of chord changes and tricky time signatures — I decided to use this album to tighten up my chops. It was one of my better musical decisions. From the opening strains of “Born Under Punches (The Heat Goes On),” I found immense joy in replicating the chugging/two-note repeating guitar lick, allowing the band to do what it did around me. In time, I even got brave enough to try to sing the chorus while I played. What can I say? It was fun!

Speaking of which, my personal favorite moment is the album’s second track, “Crosseyed and Painless.” I have dared people to try and sit still while this song plays. I have yet to hear anyone tell me they can do it! I’ve never been one for any kind of dance music, but all that goes right out the window when this song is playing. Of course, I have to come up with those steps while playing my guitar, but the effort is well worth it. It mostly amounted to just jumping up and down anyway. The live version of this song (which I’ll address shortly) took the fun to the next level, since Talking Heads decided to add a couple more members to their live band, most notably Parliament/Funkadelic keyboard master Bernie Worrell.

I was in rhythm guitar heaven. But the band was just getting warmed up.

“The Great Curve” keeps the party going, and features Belew’s first really “out” guitar solo, with his lead slashing right through the groove being held by the rest of the band. It is one of many examples of the “organized chaos” Belew can bring to a song, where something seemingly atonal on the surface actually makes perfect sense.

What can I say about the album’s hit, “Once in a Lifetime,” that hasn’t been said a million times? It’s a delightfully quirky song, with lyrics that have been repeated in and out of context God-knows how many times. How many of us have pretended to chop at our arms with the opposite hand while repeating “Same as it ever was” over and over? Or asked where we could find our beautiful house? It’s a timeless single that isn’t going anywhere any time soon.

Side Two is a bit more esoteric, finding the band really focusing on the grooves they’ve created. “Houses in Motion” features a killer “call and response” chorus that represents one of my favorite David Byrne vocal moments. The song is a bit slower, but still remarkably funky. It allowed me to do a few steps while my right hand remained in the rhythm’s pocket. I really didn’t need to do anything else. After all, I can’t top the solo already featured. “Seen and Not Seen” sounds like a continuation of the same thought, this time driven forward by the bass and keyboards. Byrne’s spoken word vocal adds just the right touch.

With what sounds like an African slit drum (thank you, Bill Bruford) leading the way, “Listening Wind” is a wonderful bit of world fusion colliding with just a bit of avant-garde guitar. The bass line bounces nicely, leaving amateur guitarists like me a little room to play elongated notes near the top of the register. Belew makes sounds reminiscent of the “seagull” sounds he would perfect with King Crimson on “Matte Kudasai” just a year later. “The Overload,” the album’s finale, is aptly named. Sound seems to come from everywhere, starting quietly and gradually gaining volume and intensity, while a seemingly melancholy Byrne sings right over the top. I found myself accidentally standing too close to my amplifier while this song played. My guitar’s pickups began to feed back in the most interesting way. Rather than step away from the noise, I turned the volume down just a bit, grabbed my Stratocaster’s tremolo arm (aka the “whammy bar”), and proceeded to bend the feedback’s sound to my will. It was gorgeous! Had I been in the studio, I like to think Eno would have looked at me and said, “That’s fantastic! Let’s give him a track on the record!”

At a scant (by modern standards) 39 minutes, Remain in Light seems to end as quickly as it started. But what a brilliant 39 minutes it is. The key is its relative simplicity. The band is doing a ton more with what seems like much less. Therein lies the key to its timeless quality. This does not sound like a 40 year old record!

And as amazing as this album is, things seem to go to the next level with The Name of This Band is Talking Heads, the live album that focuses on both the band’s ’77-’79 efforts (disc one), and the ’80-’81 incarnation (disc two). While the LP is great, true fans should seek out the CD version, which expands the playlists for both eras. A big key to the latter disc is Belew, who was relatively reserved in the studio but absolutely loses his mind onstage. It’s like he was let off a musical leash, with the band looking at him and saying, “Go for it!” He did. And he got there.

Remain in Light is an album of timeless quality and bountiful groove. It is the ultimate object lesson for bands who feel complexity is the key to creative genius. Sometimes, it’s better to keep things simple, let the music groove, and allow everything else to take care of itself. This album is one of the cases in point. In a nutshell, it is perfect.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I believe I hear my guitar calling me.

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Lyrics - Talking Heads

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Born Under Punches
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Take a look at these hands.
Take a look at these hands.
The hand speaks. The hand of a government man.
Well I'm a tumbler. Born under punches.
I'm so thin.

All I want is to breathe I'm too thin
Won't you breathe with me?
Find a little space, so we can move in-between In-Between it
And keep on step ahead, of yourself.

Don't you miss it, don't you miss it.
Some 'a you people just about missed it!
Last time to make plans!
Well I'm a tumbler...
I'm a Government Man.

Never seen anything like that before
Falling bodies tuble 'cross the floor Well I'm a tumbler!
When you get to where you wanna be Thank you! Thank you!
When you get to where you wanna be Don't even mention it!

Take a look at these hands. They're passing in-between us.
Take a look at these hands
Take a look at these hands. You don't have to mention it.
No thanks. I'm a Government Man.

And the heat goes on...And the heat goes on...And the heat goes on...
And the heat goes on...Where the hand has been...And the heat goes
on...And the heat goes on...And the heat goes on...And the heat goes
on...And the heat goes on...And the heat goes on...And the heat goes
on...Where the hand has been...And the heat goes on...And the heat
goes on...
I'm not a drowning man!
And I'm not a burning building! (I'm a tumbler!)
Drowning cannot hurt a man!
Fire cannot hurt a man. (Not the Government Man.)

All I want is to breathe Thank you. Thank you
Won't you breathe with me?
Find a little space...So we move in-between I'm so thin
And keep one step ahead of yourself. I'm catching up with myself

All I want it to breathe
Won't you breathe with me Hands of a Government Man
Find a little space so we move in-between
And keep one step ahead of yourself. Don't you miss it! Don't you
miss it!

And the heat goes on...And the heat goes on...And the heat goes on...
And the heat goes on...And the heat goes on...And the heat goes on...
And the heat goes on...And the heat goes on...And the heat goes on...
Where the hands has been...And the heat goes on...And the heat goes
on...And the heat goes on...

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Crosseyed and Painless
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Lost my shape-Trying to act casual!
Can't stop-I might end up in the hospital
I'm changing my shape-I feel like an accident
They're back!-To explain their experience

Isn't it weird/Looks too obscure to me
Wasting away/And that was their policy

I'm ready to leave-I push the fact in front of me
Facts lost-Facts are never what they seem to be
Nothing there!-No information left of any kind
Lifting my head-Looking for danger signs

There was a line/There was a formula
Sharp as a knife/Facts cut a hole in us
There was a line/There was a forula
Sharp as a knife/Facts cut a hole in us

I'm still waiting...I'm still waiting...I'm still waiting...
I'm still waiting...I'm still waiting...I'm still waiting...
I'm still waiting...I'm still waiting...
The feeling returns/Whenever we close out eyes
Lifting my head/looking around inside

The island of doubt-It's like the taste of medicine
Working by hindsight-Got the message from the oxygen
Making a list-Find the cost of opportunity
Doing it right-Facts are useless in emergencies

The feeling returns/Whenever we close out eyes
Lifting my head/Looking around inside.

Facts are simple and facts are straight
Facts are lazy and facts are late
Facts all come with points of view
Facts don't do what I want them to
Facts just twist the truth around
Facts are living turned inside out
Facts are getting the best of them
Facts are nothing on the face of things
Facts don't stain the furniture
Facts go out and slam the door
Facts are written all over your face
Facts continue to change their shape

I'm still waiting...I'm still waiting...I'm still waiting...
I'm still waiting...I'm still waiting...I'm still waiting...
I'm still waiting...I'm still waiting...

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The Great Curve
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Sometimes the world has a load of questions
Seems like the world knows nothing at all
The world is near but it's out of reach
Some people touch it...but they can't hold on.

She is moving to describe the world
Night must fall now-darker, darker.
She has messages for everyone
Night must fall now-darker, darker.
She is moving by remote control
Night must fall now-darker, darker.
Hands that move her are invisible
Night must fall now-darker, darker.

The world has a way of looking at people
Sometimes it seems that the world is wrong
She loves the world, and all the people in it
She shakes 'em up when she start to walk.

She is only party human being
Divine, to define, she is moving to define, so say so, so say so
She defines the possibilities
Divine, to define, she is moving to define, so say so, so say so
Holding on for an Eternity
Divine, to define, she is moving to define, so say so, so say so
Gone...ending without finishing
Divine, to define, she is moving to define, so say so, so say so

The world moves on a womans hips
The world moves and it swivels and bops
The world moves on a womans hips
The world moves and it bounces and hopsu
A world of light...she's gonna open our eyes up
A world of light...she's gonna open our eyes up
She's gonna hold/it move/it hold it/move it hold/it move it hold/
it move it
A world of light...she's gonna open out eyes up

She is moving to describe the world
Night must fall now-darker, darker.
She has messages for everyone
Night must fall now-darker, darker.
She is moving by remote control
Night must fall now-darker, darker.
Hands that move her are invisible
Night must fall now-darker, darker.

Divine, to define, she is moving to define, so say so
Night must fall now-darker, darker.
She...has got to move the world...to move the world...to move
the world

A world of light...she's gonna open our eyes up
A world of light...she's gonna open our eyes up
She's gonna hold/it move/it hold it/move it hold/it move it hold/
it move it
A world of light...she's gonna open out eyes up

Wanna define...so say so, so say so
Divine to define, she is moving to define, so say so, so say so
Night must fall now-darker, darker.
She...has got to move the world...to move the world...to move
the world

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Once in a Lifetime
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And you may find yourself living in a shotgun shack
And you may find yourself in another part of the world
And you may find yourself behind the wheel of a large automobile
And you may find yourself in a beautiful house, with a beautiful
wife
And you may ask yourself-Well...How did I get here?

Letting the days go by/let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by/water flowing underground
Into the blue again/after the money's gone
Once in a lifetime/water flowing underground.

And you may ask yourself
How do I work this?
And you may ask yourself
Where is that large automobile?
And you may tell yourself
This is not my beautiful house!
And you may tell yourself
This is not my beautiful wife!
Letting the days go by/let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by/water flowing underground
Into the blue again/after the money's gone
Once in a lifetime/water flowing underground.

Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...
Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...
Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...

Water dissolving...and water removing
There is water at the bottom of the ocean
Carry the water at the bottom of the ocean
Remove the water at the bottom of the ocean!

Letting the days go by/let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by/water flowing underground
Into the blue again/in the silent water
Under the rocks and stones/there is water underground.

Letting the days go by/let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by/water flowing underground
Into the blue again/after the money's gone
Once in a lifetime/water flowing underground.

And you may ask yourself
What is that beautiful house?
And you may ask yourself
Where does that highway go?
And you may ask yourself
Am I right?...Am I wrong?
And you may tell yourself
MY GOD!...WHAT HAVE I DONE?

Letting the days go by/let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by/water flowing underground
Into the blue again/in the silent water
Under the rocks and stones/there is water underground.

Letting the days go by/let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by/water flowing underground
Into the blue again/after the money's gone
Once in a lifetime/water flowing underground.

Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...
Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...
Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...

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Houses in Motion
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For a long time I felt without style or grace
Wearing shoes with no socks in cold weather
I knew my heart was in the right place
I knew I'd be able to do these things.

And as we watch him digging his own grave
It is important to know that was where he's at
He can't afford to stop...That is what he believe
He'll keep on digging for a thousand years.

I'm walking a line-I'm thining about empty motion
I'm walking a line-Just barely enough to be living
Get outa the way-No time to begin
This isn't the time-So nothing was done
Not talking about-Not many at all
I'm turning around-No trouble at all
You notice there's nothing around you, around you
I'm walking a line-Divide and dissolve.

Never get to say much, never get to talk
Tell us a little bit, but not too much
Right about then, is where she give up
She has closed her eyes, she has give up hope

I'm walking a line-I hate to be dreaming in motion
I'm walking a line-Just barely enough to be living
Get outa the way-No time to begin
This isn't the time-So nothing was done
Not talking about-Not many at all
I'm turning around-No trouble at all
I'm keeping my fingers behind me, 'hind me
I'm walking a line-Divide and dissolve.

I turn myself around, I'm moving backwards and forwards
I'm moving twice as much as I was before
I'll keep on digging to the center of the Earth
I'll be down in there moving the in the room...

I'm walking a line-Visiting houses in motion
I'm walking a line-Just barely enough to be living
Get outa the way-No time to begin
This isn't the time-So nothing was done
Not talking about-Not many at all
I'm turning around-No trouble at all
Two different houses surround you, 'round you
I'm walking a line-Divide and dissolve.

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Seen and Not Seen
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He would see faces in movies, on T.V., in magazines, and in books....
He thought that some of these faces might be right for him....And
through the years, by keeing an ideal facial structure fixed in his
mind....Or somewhere in the back of his mind....That he might, by
force of will, cause his face to approach those of his ideal....The
change would be very subtle....It might take ten years or so....
Gradually his face would change its' shape....A more hooked nose...
Wider, thinner lips....Beady eyes....A larger forehead.

He imagined that this was an ability he shared with most other
people....They had also molded their faced according to some
ideal....Maybe they imagined that their new face would better
suit their personality....Or maybe they imagined that their
personality would be forced to change to fit the new appear-
ance....This is why first impressions are often correct...
Although some people might have made mistakes....They may have
arrived at an appearance that bears no relationship to them....
They may have picked an ideal appearance based on some childish
whim, or momentary impulse....Some may have gotten half-way
there, and then changed their minds.

He wonders if he too might have made a similar mistake.

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Listening Wind
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Mojique sees his village from a nearby hill
Mojique thinks of days before Americans came
He sees the foreigners in growing numbers
He sees the foreigners in fancy houses
He thinks of days that he can still remember...now.

Mojique holds a package in his quivering hands
Mojique sends the package to the American man
Softly he glides along the streets and alleys
Up comes the wind that makes them run for cover
He feels the time is surely now or never...more.

The wind in my heart
The wind in my heart
The dust in my head
The dust in my head
The wind in my heart
The wind in my heart
(Come to) Drive them away
Drive them away.u
Mojique buys equipment in the market place
Mojique plants devices in the free trade zone
He feels the wind is lifting up his people
He calls the wind to guide him on his mission
He knows his friend the wind is always standing...by.

Mojique smells the wind that comes from far away
Mojique waits for news in a quiet place
He feels the presence of the wind around him
He feels the power of the past behind him
He has the knowledge of the wind to guide him...on.

The wind in my heart
The wind in my heart
The dust in my head
The dust in my head
The wind in my heart
The wind in my heart
(Come to) Drive them away
Drive them away.

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The Overload
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A TERRIBLE SIGNAL
TOO WEAK TO EVEN RECOGNIZE
A GENTLE COLLAPSING
THE REMOVAL OF THE INSIDES

I'M TOUCHED BY YOUR PLEAS
I VALUE THESE MOMENTS
WE'RE ORDER THAN WE REALIZE
...IN SOMEONE'S EYES

A FREQUENT RETURNING
AND LEAVING UNNOTICED
A CONDITION OF MERCY
A CHANGE IN THE WEATHER

A VIEW TO REMEMBER
THE CENTER IS MISSING
THEY QUESTION HOW THE FUTURE LIES
...IN SOMEONE'S EYES
THE GENTLE COLLAPSING
OF EVERY SURFACE
WE TRAVEL ON THE QUIET ROAD
...THE OVERLOAD

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