Biografia:
David Byrne (Dumbarton na Escócia;14 de maio de 1952) é músico e compositor. Fundou a banda Talking Heads. Além do trabalho com o grupo, compôs trilhas para artistas como Twyla Tharp e Robert Wilson, nomes da dança e do drama respectivamente, além do filme “O Último Imperador” (de 1987, realizado por Bernardo Bertolucci) pelo qual ganhou um Oscar. Também dirigiu o filme “True Stories” (de 1986) e produziu diversos álbuns de música caribenha e brasileira (incluindo trabalho com Tom Zé e Margareth Menezes)
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Outras músicas:
- Glass, Concrete And Stone
- One Fine Day
- Toe Jam
- Astronaut
- Burning Down The House
- Burnt By The Sun
- Dirty Old Town
- Everybodys Coming To My House
- Everyones In Love With You
- Finite Alright
- Gasoline And Dirty Sheets
- Girls On My Mind
- God Draws Straight
- Home
- Life Is Long
- Like Humans Do
- Miss America
- My Big Nurse
- My Love Is You
- Outside Of Space And Time
- Pirates
- Strange Overtones
- The Forest Awakes
- The Gates Of Paradise
- The Great Intoxication
- This Is That
- Who
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Burnt by the Sun
From the album Feelings
[Intro]
Em C (x2)
[Verse 1]
Em C
Atom-smashers in the cocktail lounge tonight
Em C
Opera singers in the graveyard keeping time
Em C
And the DJ mixes them all
Em C
And the music rhymes but it crawls
Em C
And the music comes from hydrogen bombs
Em C
Rock bands died when amateurs won
Em C
Data in a hurry, using the new rubble
Em C
Wipe it up baby, gonna get yourself in trouble
[Chorus]
Bm Em
We were burnt by the sun
Bm A
Having way too much fun
F G C Am
Sleepless downtown overload
G#7 B7
Does the daylight bring you down?
[Instrumental]
Em C (x2)
[Verse 2]
Em C
Money pours down and it drowns the little man
Em C
Parking lot attendants stuff their pockets with their hands
Em C
And the children laugh in your face
Em C
They can see what you have erased
Em C
When dogs make love they don't look at themselves
Em C
Checking out each other by the way that they smell
Em C
Rubbing and a'scratching, itching all the time
Em C
Stop me if I talk too much, do another line
[Chorus]
Bm Em
We were burnt by the sun
Bm A
Having way too much fun
F G C Am
The church of private enterprise
G#7 B7
Did the daylight bring you down?
[Interlude]
Em C (x4)
[Verse 3]
Em C
I love salt, I love sweets
Em C
I know there's danger but I fall asleep
Em C
The curves, the gasps, the love of life
Em C
Headlines, gum box, faceless paradise
Em C
Life rafts bobbing at the bottom of the pier
Em C
Wood burns faster if it's soaked in gasoline
Em C
All these towns look the same, everybody's clean
Em C
Roll 'em out, cheap and fast, kiss me when I fall
[Chorus]
Bm Em
We were burnt by the sun
Bm A
Having way too much fun
F G C Am
Sleepless downtown overload
G#7 B7
Did I stay outside too long?
[Instrumental]
Em C (x2)
[Outro]
Em C
Alcohol, razor-blades
Em C
All the clouds are miles away
Em C
Take me down, far away
Em C
Everyone's on holiday
Em C
Alcohol, razor-blades
Em C
All the clouds are miles away
Em C
Take me down, far away
Em C
Everyone's on holiday
Em C
All the clouds are miles away
Em C
All the clouds are miles away
Em C
Everyone's on holiday
Em C
Everyone's on holiday
Em C
Everyone's on holiday
Em C
Everyone's on holiday
Em C
Everyone's on holiday
Em C
Everyone's on holiday
Em
From the album Feelings
[Intro]
Em C (x2)
[Verse 1]
Em C
Atom-smashers in the cocktail lounge tonight
Em C
Opera singers in the graveyard keeping time
Em C
And the DJ mixes them all
Em C
And the music rhymes but it crawls
Em C
And the music comes from hydrogen bombs
Em C
Rock bands died when amateurs won
Em C
Data in a hurry, using the new rubble
Em C
Wipe it up baby, gonna get yourself in trouble
[Chorus]
Bm Em
We were burnt by the sun
Bm A
Having way too much fun
F G C Am
Sleepless downtown overload
G#7 B7
Does the daylight bring you down?
[Instrumental]
Em C (x2)
[Verse 2]
Em C
Money pours down and it drowns the little man
Em C
Parking lot attendants stuff their pockets with their hands
Em C
And the children laugh in your face
Em C
They can see what you have erased
Em C
When dogs make love they don't look at themselves
Em C
Checking out each other by the way that they smell
Em C
Rubbing and a'scratching, itching all the time
Em C
Stop me if I talk too much, do another line
[Chorus]
Bm Em
We were burnt by the sun
Bm A
Having way too much fun
F G C Am
The church of private enterprise
G#7 B7
Did the daylight bring you down?
[Interlude]
Em C (x4)
[Verse 3]
Em C
I love salt, I love sweets
Em C
I know there's danger but I fall asleep
Em C
The curves, the gasps, the love of life
Em C
Headlines, gum box, faceless paradise
Em C
Life rafts bobbing at the bottom of the pier
Em C
Wood burns faster if it's soaked in gasoline
Em C
All these towns look the same, everybody's clean
Em C
Roll 'em out, cheap and fast, kiss me when I fall
[Chorus]
Bm Em
We were burnt by the sun
Bm A
Having way too much fun
F G C Am
Sleepless downtown overload
G#7 B7
Did I stay outside too long?
[Instrumental]
Em C (x2)
[Outro]
Em C
Alcohol, razor-blades
Em C
All the clouds are miles away
Em C
Take me down, far away
Em C
Everyone's on holiday
Em C
Alcohol, razor-blades
Em C
All the clouds are miles away
Em C
Take me down, far away
Em C
Everyone's on holiday
Em C
All the clouds are miles away
Em C
All the clouds are miles away
Em C
Everyone's on holiday
Em C
Everyone's on holiday
Em C
Everyone's on holiday
Em C
Everyone's on holiday
Em C
Everyone's on holiday
Em C
Everyone's on holiday
Em
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