London's tempo is 122.86 beats per minute.
That's the one for my tombstone... Here lies David Byrne. Why the big suit?
I wave to the double-decker buses from my bike, but the passengers never wave back. Why? Am I not an attraction?
This ain't no party, this ain't no disco, this ain't no fooling around.
One knew in advance that life in New York would not be easy‚ but there were cheap rents in cold-water lofts without heat‚ and the excitement of being here made up for those hardships. I didn't move to New York to make a fortune.
Science's job is to map our ignorance.