Select an artist and then free-associate: today, David Byrne’s “Tiny Apocalypse”
The everydayness of the extraordinary moment.
The banality of originality.
The sublime and the ridiculous: inseparable, maybe even indistinguishable.
Your personal tragedy, with “Happy” as the soundtrack.
Nobody knows? Well, of course, you yourself do.
Tiny, yes, but not to you, not when it’s your own apocalypse.
Or is this an apocalypse at all?
That T-shirt does not have the answer.
All the lines are busy.
Never can catch the bus.
Illogical and incredible, but also sensational and memorable.
Funny feeling, this is part of us.
Written by David Byrne © 2004
Raise up – shake them lazy bones
Read the T-shirt but still don’t understand
Comin’ home with a little apocalypse
It comes, now do you have time for this?
A 3-tone carpet and a Jackie Chan spear
Lookin’ at a hairdo and a belly full of beer
Well I ain’t no poet, ain’t got no rhyme
Well I got me a car and I don’t know how to drive
In the event of a pressure loss
All our lines are busy now
I will be laughing out loud anyhow
Ev’ryday, a little apocalypse
Lay down, lay down next to this
Lookin’ at the body well I don’t even know his name
Call me in this morning was a friend of mine
Well the wind so strong, it’s blown us all around
Wind so strong, nobody settle down
Ev’ryday another apocalypse
Had a TV but I don’t know how deep it is
Please read the print advisory
Would you like to go ahead?
Dancin’ wherever she goes – Tippytoes
Little sister gotta take her medicine
Baby brother, gonna do it all again
Runnin’ fast but cannot catch the bus
Funny feelin’, this is part of us
And you must take your medicine
Getting better everyday
Good for a limited time – Feelin’ fine
We will return your things to you
When it’s time for you to leave
So quiet nobody knows – Tippytoes