Morning Song – Life During Wartime
Sung in the voice of a young, neophyte radical, Talking Heads’ “Life During Wartime” is an infectious jolt of post-apocalyptic funk-rock—it helps to have half of P-Funk’s rhythm section—that contains the seeds of its own…well, if not destruction then at least contradiction.
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
Revolutionaries with no time for dancing, parties and “lovey dovey” (such a sweetly puritanical phrase, right?) don’t stay revolutionaries for very long. They typically burn out, explode, or go over to the dark side of the force. (Often in a matter of months, or at most, a few years.)
Old revolutionaries know the (often hard-earned) truth: it’s the dancing and the lovey dovey that keep the revolution going.