ITT: We write a Talking Heads song one word at a time

THINK

THESE

TIMES

TAKE A LOOK AT THESE DUBS

I

I

I

FLY

POTATO

RUN

1:04 AM, Vdara Hotel
Room 14015, April 9, 2016
Our day started today with many kisses
You were on your way out the door to Southern California 'til the fourteenth
And I was on my way to Las Vegas, then to New Orleans
When you said bye and closed my apartment door behind you
A heavy feeling fell upon me, it hit me in a very real way
That we'll live the rest of our lives together
And that gives me so much happiness and comfort
But it also hit me harder than ever before that one day we'll say goodbye for a final time
Every day we get closer and closer to death
I have no illusions of an afterlife
And have no idea how much longer I have on this planet
Or what my quality of life will be in five, ten, fifteen years
Where will our final goodbye be? What condition will I be in?
And how will your health be? Are we even sure we'll be in the same place when one of us has to go?
I don't like goodbyes
I've had enough last goodbyes with people to know that it's the most painful emotion in the world
I don't want to live for eternity, life is filled with too much sorrow
My mind keeps flashing to a woman I saw recently
Of her and her son asleep in the car on the Tenderloin on a very hot day
They were in a tow-away zone and looked to be completely passed out
She had a big map open on her lap
But I knocked on the door and though she couldn't speak to me she was okay
My biggest hope in life is that you are beside me when I die
I've lived many lifetimes in forty-nine years
But the best time of my life is of my days and years spent with you
I'm getting older and my stomach is bloated and feels off
I burp too much, I'm that middle-aged guy with a gut that I never thought I'd be

BABY

>DUBS
This is why people here can't write songs

THE FACT THAT

UH. BLUH BLUH BLUH. UH GUBBLE GUBBLE GUBBLE GUBBLE. BLOOOOOOOOOOOOO.

THEY

ARE

DISMANTLING

SAY

WHAT

WALKIN

HANDS IN MY

PSYCHO

KENNEDY

THE WORLD MOVES ON A WOMAN'S TRIPS

BOOK I READ

...

he's only gone and overshot it

...

WE

BRING ME CANDY

...

:DDDddDdd

HAPPENING

THERE'S

BEAUTIFUL

WIFE

MY SIDES

...

Everyone's a prong BUT I'M JUST A GERM

In a Jermaine

...

UH-OH

...

THESE HANDS

FLEX

LETTING THE DUBS GO BY

EAT

DICK

BEFORE

PUSSY

WHATTHEFUCKRIGHTNOW

i want digits too