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Song title:       Life During Wartime
Original Album:	  Fear Of Music

Words and Music by David Byrne, Chris Frantz, Jerry Hrrison and Tina Weymouth
Copyright © 1978 Warner Brothers Music Limited
Published by Warner Brothers Music Publishing Limited

Transcribed by Gavin Chart (contactus@gartfrets.net)


NOTES:
Play with open chords. The Am should be varied with C.
I love this song but there are too many words to make it good to busk.


INTRO:
Chords:
Am  x02210
C   332010

[play: | Am  [C] | Am   [C] | Am   [C] | Am |]
 

VERSE:
Chords:
Am  x02210
C   332010

Am         C           Am          C
Heard of a van that is loaded with weapons, 
Am            C        Am
Packed up and ready to go.
Am            C          Am         C
Heard of some gravesites out by the highway
Am           C      Am
A place that nobody knows.
Am           C        Am         C
The sound of gunfire, off in the distance,
Am          C          Am
I’m getting used to it now.
Am         C           Am         C
Lived in a brownstone, lived in a ghetto,
Am             C         Am
I’ve lived all over this town



CHORUS:
Chords:
E 022100

E
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.


[play: | Am  [C] | Am   [C] | Am   [C] | Am |]


VERSE:
Transmit the message to the receiver,
Hope for an answer some day
I 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 roll.
I sleep in the daytime, I work in the nighttime,
I might not ever get home.


CHORUS:
This ain’t no party, this ain’t no disco,
This ain’t no fooling around.
This ain’t no mudd club or C.B.G.B.
I ain’t got time for that now.


VERSE:
Heard about Houston? Heard about Detroit?
Heard about Pittsburgh, P.A.?
You oughta know not to stand by the window,
Somebody might see you up there.
I got some groceries, some peanut butter
To last a couple of days
But I ain’t got no speakers, ain’t got no headphones,
Ain’t got no records to play.


VERSE:
Why stay in college? Why go to nightschool?
Gonna be different this time
Can’t write a letter, can’t send a postcard,
I can’t write nothing at all.


CHORUS:
This ain’t no party, this ain’t no disco,
This ain’t no fooling around.
I’d like to kiss you, I’d love to hold you
I ain’t got time for that now.


VERSE:
Trouble in transit, got through the road-block
We blended in with the crowd.
We got computer, 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 tie.
I 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 team.


VERSE
Don’t get exhausted, I’ll do some driving,
You ought to get some sleep.
Get you instructions, follow directions,
Then you should change your address.
Maybe tomorrow, maybe the next day,
Whatever you think is best.
Burned all my notebooks, what good are notebooks?
They won’t help me survive.
My chest is aching, burns like a furnace,
The burning keeps me alive.
Try to stay healthy, physical fitness,
Don’t want to catch a disease.
Try to be careful, don’t take no chances,
You better watch what you say.