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Gang of Four live Zagreb 1981


Gang of Four live Zagreb 1981 (posted on youtube by Strazarni Lopov)
Paralysed
Not Great Men
Return the Gift
What We All Want
Natural’s Not In It
Damaged Goods

Paralysed
They say our world is built on endeavor, that every man is for himself
Wealth is for the one that wants it, Paradise, if you can earn it.

History is the reason… I’m washed up
Blinkered, Paralysed… Flat on my back.

My ambitions come to nothing,
What I wanted, now seems just a waste of time.
I can’t make out what has gone wrong.
I was good at what I did.

The crows come home to roost
And I’m the dupe.

Not Great Men
No weak men in the books at home
The strong men who have made the world
History lives on in the books at home

It’s not made by great men

The past lives on in your front room
The poor still weak the rich still rule
History lives on in the books at home

The past lives on in the books at home
No weak men in the books at home
History lives on in the books at home

Return the Gift
Head away, from the years
You’re on the price list

Everything will stop your new changing
The grid will be filled
Go to Scotland, no Obligation
We’ll send you an invitation
We’ll send you an inside shower x2

It’s on the market, You’re on the price list

In the spring, who can say?
Please send me evenings and weekends
Shared by with the weeks
Please send me evenings and weekends

What We All Want
This wheel spins letting me off
It’s not the lack of trying, can’t put my finger on it.
You can’t help being hard up
Can’t trust the Gods we trusted
Don’t think there’s any insurance

Could I be happy with something else
I need something to fill my time x2

This wheel spins letting me off
These doubts and nagging worries
Nothing to work towards
This demon on my back
Preaches the razor’s cut
The hope that does not fade

Could I be happy with someone else
I need someone to fill my time x2

Natural’s Not In It
The problem of leisure, what to do for pleasure…
Ideal love a new purchase; a market of the senses.
Dream of the perfect life; economic circumstances.
The body’s good business; sells out maintain the interest.
Remember Lot’s wife, renounce all sin and vice.
Dream of the perfect life!
This heaven gives me migraine.

The problem of leisure, what to do for pleasure…
Coercion of the senses, We are not so gullible.
Our great expectations, A future for the good.
Fornication makes you happy, No escape from society.
Natural’s not in it, Your relations are of power.
We all have good intentions, but always strings attached.
Repackage sex keep your interest.
The problem of leisure, what to do for pleasure…

Damaged Goods
The change will do you good, I always knew it would
Sometimes I’m thinking that I love you, But I know it’s only lust
Your kiss so sweet; your sweat so sour

The sweat’s running down your back the sweat’s running down your neck
The sins of the flesh, the simply sins of lust
Heated couplings in the sun (or is that untrue?)
Cooler couplings in the night (never saw your body)

Your kiss so sweet; your sweat so sour,
sometimes I’m thinking that I love you ut I know it’s only lust
Your kiss so sweet; your sweat so sour -chorus-

Damaged goods, send them back; I can’t work I can’t achieve
Send me back… Open the till,
Give me the change you said would do me good
Refund the cost
You said you’re cheap but you’re too much

-chorus-

The change will do you good
I always knew it would
You know the change will do you good
You know the change will do you good
I’m kissing you goodbye… goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

To Hell w/ Poverty / Gang of Four


To Hell w/ Poverty / Gang of Four
In my arms we shall begin we’re not on the rocks and there’s no charge
In this land right now, some are insane, and they’re in charge

To hell with poverty we’ll get drunk on cheap wine
To hell with poverty the check will arrive it’s in the post again
To hell with poverty the check will arrive it’s in the post again

Shipwreck / Chris Connelly


Shipwreck / Chris Connelly
I hope no one can find me
recessed in these waves quite alone
although grounded inside me
the fever bleached out by the sun
Are you gonna gauge your rage by the stars?
lift me on your shoulders to see where we are
every ripple brings a gift to your feet
some of them worthless; some of them sweet

I’m as soaking wet as your eyes
grey robs blue and heads for the sky
here comes another shipwreck, to pass in the night
design your own sunset and drop out of sight

You give to me what splendor is left submerged
Oh baby, don’t worry, I’ll drown enough for two
it’s sinking, believe in it, I’ll stay with my ship and ask…
Oh, kiss my Hardy, the Albatross, Columbus and Drake
Oh baby, don’t worry, you won’t feel a thing,
It’s cold and it’s sinful, it’s the only way I know to breath free.
What’s proven in darkness, the drugs and the water mix well,
If I come across heartless, I lost what I knew when I fell.
In a pool of light, you rescue your wings.
try to fly away from desperate things
Every piece of fortune is lost for today
I won’t hold my breath as it sweeps me away

I’m as soaking wet as your eyes
grey robs blue and heads for the sky
here comes another shipwreck, to pass in the night
design your own sunset and drop out of sight

here it comes, here it comes… oh, oh whoa, oh whoa, oh whoa, oh…

Talking Heads / I Get Wild/Wild Gravity

Talking Heads / I Get Wild/Wild Gravity

Fooled around enough with numbers Let’s not be ourselves today Is it just my imagination? Is it just someones face?

Pleasantly out of proportion It’s hard to hold on to the ground Now I didn’t come to run And this is everything and gravity lets you down

I get wild, wizing up, I just can’t let go I get wild, when I get ready I can hardly talk Living lights, special lights yellow turns blue I get wild, it’s automatic and I can hardly move

Go ahead and pull the curtains Check to see if I’m still here Let me lose my perspective Something worth waiting for

Somewhere in South Carolina And gravity don’t mean a thing And all around the world, each and everyone Playing with a heart of steel

I get up, climbing out, how did I get home? I’ll survive the situation, somebody shut the door Beautiful, beautiful, climbing up the wall I get by on automatic, no surprise at all

No one here can recognize you Here is everything that you like Feelings without explanations Somethings are hard to describe

The sound of a cigarette burning A place there where everything spins And the sounds inside your mind is playing all the time Playing with a heart of steel

I get wild, wizing up, I just can’t let go I get wild, when I get ready I can hardly talk Living lights, special lights yellow turns blue I get wild, it’s automatic and I can hardly move

I get up, pushing up, how did I get home? I’ll survive the situation, somebody shut the door Shut the door, shut the door climbing up the wall I get by on automatic no surprise at all

Songwriters BYRNE, DAVID/WEYMOUTH, TINA/FRANTZ, CHRISTOPHER/HARRISON, JERRY

Read more: Talking Heads – I Get Wild / Wild Gravity Lyrics | MetroLyrics

The imagery of the words seem to play with the enterprise of the first moon shot, or steps into the space program: “Played around enough with numbers…” (the theories and research which led to the space program) “let’s not be ourselves today…” (let’s change what we are—earthbound) “is it just my imagination?” (is it possible?) “is it just someones face?” (is it vanity, this endeavor?) But the interpretation of this experience, the words used to describe this venture might also be applied to the experience of coming of age in general—applicable to the life of the individual and the society in this instance: “pleasantly out of proportion…” (from the child’s world to the adult. In this there is perhaps a starker indication that this new, adult, world involves sex. Oh and, moon shot… get it.) The feel of the music agrees with the notion of gravity, this is not something to be taken lightly. The idea of such a modern endeavor as space flight juxtaposed with the idea of coming of age, suggests that this version of coming of age is something new and modern as well. We are entering a bigger world than our parents did when they came of age. There is something of greater gravity in this new coming of age… like space travel, the stakes are high… “how did I get home?!” but so too are the potential rewards. This is a song of wary optimism, it is inviting, alluring, intriguing and dangerous—like sex. cfjurgus