profiles in courage

David Morris fqmorris at gmail.com
Tue Apr 5 17:55:33 UTC 2022


Thomas Eckhardt  wrote:

> It is as if educated people who have no
> problem reading fairly difficult novels…


*This ain't no party, this ain't no disco,*

*This ain't no fooling around*

*No time for dancing, or lovey dovey,*

*I ain't got time for that now*

https://youtu.be/HTvnjHLkBxs
Life During Wartime
Song by Talking Heads




*Heard of a van that is loaded with weapons,Packed up and ready to goHeard
of some grave sites, out by the highway,A place where nobody knows*



*The sound of gunfire, off in the distance,I'm getting used to it nowLived
in a brownstone, lived in a ghetto,I've lived all over this town*



*This ain't no party, this ain't no disco,This ain't no fooling aroundNo
time for dancing, or lovey dovey,I ain't got time for that now*



*Transmit the message, to the receiver,Hope for an answer some dayI got
three passports, a couple of visas,You don't even know my real name*



*High on a hillside, the trucks are loading,Everything's ready to rollI
sleep in the daytime, I work in the nighttime,I might not ever get home*



*This ain't no party, this ain't no disco,This ain't no fooling aroundThis
ain't no Mudd Club, or C. B. G. B.,I ain't got time for that now*



*Heard about Houston? Heard about Detroit?Heard about Pittsburgh, P. A.?You
oughta know not to stand by the windowSomebody see you up there*



*I got some groceries, some peanut butter,To last a couple of daysBut I
ain't got no speakers, ain't got no headphones,Ain't got no records to play*



*Why stay in college? Why go to night school?Gonna be different this
timeCan't write a letter, can't send no postcard,I ain't got time for that
now*



*Trouble in transit, got through the roadblock,We blended in with the
crowdWe got computers, we're tapping phone lines,I know that that ain't
allowed*



*We dress like students, we dress like housewives,Or in a suit and a tieI
changed my hairstyle, so many times now,I don't know what I look like!*



*You make me shiver, I feel so tender,We make a pretty good teamDon't get
exhausted, I'll do some driving,You ought to get you some sleep*



*Burned all my notebooks, what good are notebooks?They won't help me
surviveMy chest is aching, burns like a furnace,The burning keeps me alive*


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